This morning was my 12-week appointment. I will say I vacillated between serene and slightly panicked. What if something happened in the past four weeks?
My worry was for naught, though, as my OB found the baby’s heartbeat immediately. Dubya was trucking along in there with a heartbeat of 155, just being herself. When I told the husband her heart rate, he asked if she was doing cardio in there. When I pointed out she had been at 167 four weeks ago, he observed that she was probably doing intervals. That made me laugh out loud.
It was a great relief to hear her – as my OB said, you have no idea what’s going on in there unless you buy a Doppler, which I made the very conscious decision not to do (I am not trained to use one, ergo, I probably would trigger my anxiety for no reason). I found it better to keep a level head and not invite worry – I had no reason to believe anything was wrong, so I proceeded as if all was okay. Had something alerted me, I would have called my OB, of course, as they encouraged me to do. But I’ve found that keeping serenity has been very beneficial to me. And my clothes certainly indicate that something is growing in there (funny enough, though, I haven’t gained a pound).
With the 12-week appointment in the rearview mirror, we’re moving onto our announcement phase. Until now, the only people who’ve known are our providers, people who need to know my condition. My mom is probably going to be super pissed that I didn’t tell her as soon as my pee stick dried, but I think it’s been better this way. The husband and I have been able to share a wonderful time together – hearing Dubya’s heartbeat, finding out Dubya is a girl, knowing that Dubya’s moving along well. Soon, everyone will be in her business. This way, we’ve had time to plan for inevitable craziness that will come (mostly from his side).
I do want to make it cute for my parents, though. The plan is to Skype with them (I’ve invited my little brother over for a two-for-one Skype session so he finds out when everyone else does) after our vacation next week. I’ll declare that I found my parents an awesome thing in Oregon that they’ll just love. I’ll bring it over the next time I’m in town. And then I’ll pull out this:
They’ll lose it and so will I.