Week 13: Second OB Appointment

When I went in for my first appointment at 8 weeks, they told me I didn't need to come back until 16 weeks.  That seemed crazy to me.  What about the all important 12 week appointment when you get to hear the heartbeat for the first time?  When I asked about it, they told me that I could come back then, if I wanted to.  Um, yes, please.  (Hubs thinks I'm crazy at this point.)  So I scheduled my appointment for 12 weeks, and spent the four weeks in between waiting very impatiently to hear a heartbeat.  My fears of miscarriage were beginning to subside, but I knew I would feel so much better once we heard that precious, completely miraculous "whoomp, whoomp."

Sure enough, within minutes of being in the exam room, I was amazed, thrilled, relieved, moved to tears once again to hear that sweet little heart beating at 160 beats/minute.  (For any of you interested in foreshadowing, I'll let you guess what that number might mean in terms of gender.  And for the record, I made my first guess based on that very fact and was absolutely right.)

That was absolutely the best news of the day.  But there was a bonus surprise that thrilled me beyond it's worth.  I went into the appointment thinking I was at just barely 13 weeks, as of that day.  Turns out, I had never actually thought it through or done the math, but I was actually 13 weeks and 4 days.  Really, what difference does 4 days make?  Well, anyone who asks that question has maybe never been pregnant!  How great was it to go in thinking I was just barely 13 weeks and to walk out knowing that I was actually, almost, maybe on the verge of 14 weeks.  Whoo-hoo, as long as it means healthy baby, we'll speed up the countdown anyway we can!

The bad news?  According to the scales that day, I had already gained 7 pounds.  In the first trimester?  Really?  How discouraging is that?  Are you sure?  Maybe I need to take off some more clothes- I don't think my shoes were enough this time.  That is just not a good sign.  And if that's true, how come all my clothes are still fitting?  Again, I say- YIKES!  Although I have since learned to be suspect of those scales- not sure if that's a good thing or a not?  Today, we'll opt for not.