Before I could even make up something, the nurse had the doppler on my stomach and she was trying to find a heartbeat. She was having some trouble but assured me that it was normal not to be able to find it because it was still so little. Then the nurse practitioner came in. Apparently she's a more "skilled" and "trained" nurse. I don't know anything about the nurse hierarchy but anyway, I saw her instead of my normal doctor. Well, she said there was a wait for the sonogram machine and that she would try to find the heartbeat because she "likes a challenge". Now you can picture me protectively holding my stomach going, no no, I'll wait. But she ripped my hands off and in seconds we were hearing the reassuring thump, thump, thump of our child. Ok. I exaggerate. There was no ripping of hands but I was a little bummed that I didn't get to see the peanut! I was much more relieved though to know that everything was ok.
HER heartbeat was at 170 (ok so I don't know it's a girl but I'm wishful thinking and I hate calling it "it") and she was apparently being really active. There were these big thump noises that the nurse said was her kicking! It's such a neat experience and so hard to believe there's a little one in there. I'm not showing really yet but somedays I'll be really bloated and I have glimpses of things to come in the future!
This last week has been great fun and action packed. Sarah came with her 2 kids and we hit the mall every day she was here! After the miles and miles of walking, pushing and carrying, I had lost 2 pounds by the time I got to the doctor! But they were so much fun and I got some good practice in. And Sarah, you STILL need to punch Mr. Macy in the face (or any other body part of your choosing)
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