Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Baby Blues

My original due date was June 13, 2008.  Friday.

My original due date was Friday the frickin' 13th!

Luckily, they have changed that and now my new date is a less scary (just labor-terrifying) June 25th.  

A few weeks ago Harry drove down to see the first ultrasound of lil' - Spawnie (for lack of a real name at this point).  I was warned the day before that this ultrasound was to be - rather invasive.  The technician walked me down the hall, told me to strip from the waist down and to pee in a cup that I would take with me to my doctor's appointment next door.   

Harry sat on the chair next to my stirruped one and I worried that he would tip over as only about a sixteenth of one of his buttcheek's was perched on it.   The technician began moving the weird wand around in my girl oraface reminding me, briefly, of my first sexual experience: pleasureless, uncomfortable and my feet were cold.  

And there he was  - little Spawnie - right on the screen. Heart beating like crazy and looking more than a little like a frog.  

I really hope that similarity goes away, otherwise grade school will be tough.   

"What is that little fluttery thing?" Harry asked, still dangling precariously on the gray seat cushion. 

"THAT'S THE HEARTBEAT!" the nurse and I yelled at him.   I expected to feel happy, shocked, pleased, or, at the very least, protective, of the tiny life that was forming inside me.  However, all I could think was "Well,  huh - it does exist... Would it be wrong to ask it to call me 'Holly' instead of - blech - 'Mama'?"  Would it be wrong if I didn't want to be a mom?  Was it too late to call a do-over?  Can I escape to Disney World and get a job painting all the "It's a Small World" People neon colors instead?   I don't think I'm ready for this.

Yet there he was - little Spawnie - beating his little heart out as if to say "Dude!  Try to ignore me!  I can hang out here for at least seven more months!"

Harry was speechless. 

I was ready to put my pants on.

In the waiting area, I held my bag with my pee while Harry gushed over the grainy black and white pictures of our baby.   I was still in shock but Harry's enthusiasm was more than a little contagious.  

And then I sprung a leak.

I sat in the waiting room holding a bag of leaky pee while others were called back in front of me.  Finally, I walked up to the window, holding the tiny white bag on a non-pee soaked corner.  "Alright - this is my pee - which one of you girls want my urine?"  A silent game of "not it!" happened between the five that were behind the counter.  Finally, one little, and not very happy chick, took my pee. 

The same non-happy nurse escorted us back to see the doctor.   Soon after, a tall man popped through the door and introduced himself as "Dr. C."

After some cordial greetings he asked me about any problems I may be having. 

"My vagina is - smelly," I blurted without even thinking.    I had noticed it soon after I found out I was pregnant - not like fishy - just odd.

Turns out I have a bacterial infection - very common in prego women like me.   He told me to eat lots of yogurt (gag!) and that it should correct itself.  

After my first pap by a male while my hubby watched from the comfort of his own chair, I was ready to go.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.  

"Well, I've been poked, made to pee in a cup, which leaked on me and I just had to ask my doctor to smell my crotch,"  I yanked on my pants with a ferver.   "I'm ready to go home."

Ah - the joys of pregancy!

What's next?  I'll gain weight and get fat?  Oh wait... 

:)

8 comments:

princesssaurora said...

Once you feel the baby moving inside, you start to get really attached... then about 7 months or so you can lay tummy to tummy with Harry and he can feel the kicks too!  It gets better!  LOL

be well,
Dawn
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tenyearnap said...

Only the beginning, my friend...I mean MAMA!

amy122389 said...

When I was about 6 or 7 months pregnant with Ryan, I would spoon behind Jesse and she would kick him.  Every.  single.  time.  LOL

It'll get more fun when your doctor comes in and says "We have some interns with us today...would you mind having them all in here for your exam?"  Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

~Amy

oddb0dkins said...

I've heard it said that the first seventeen years are the worst but I didn't realise the horror began quite so soon. ;O)

B. x

cheshirecat578 said...

Your Dr C and my Dr C sound like the same guy! Let me tell you, the further you get, the more entertaining HE gets! Sorry your vaginia smells!
Beth

jmoqueen said...

LOL looks like you are going to enjoy every moment of pregnancy ~ so glad we can be with you there on the ride ;-)  

Jenny

http://journals.aol.co.uk/Jmoqueen/MyLife

gazker said...

You said 'he' twice! Well, is it a he? As for the smelly fanny......... Yewwwwwww.
Gaz xxx

beckiepainton said...

hey your stuck with smells now for the rest of your life, be it your flange, baby poo, a farting child and a stinky teenager, you got 18 years of funk.Good luck! beckie x