The first appointment was mid January to officially confirm the pregnancy. We met with the Doctor in her office for a sort of "getting to know you" before the exam. At the end the doctor asked if we had any questions.
I pulled out my long list.
She kept saying the info is in this book, but I didn't care. I wanted to hear the answers from her.
She patiently answered all of them. This made me confident that she could be my doctor, because I ask a lot of questions.
My very favorite answer was "everything in moderation"
Good! That meant I could continue my caffeine habit.
Once our question and answer/getting to know you session was over we were led down the hall to the examination room. I stripped down and got on the table.
This bothers some people, but I'm fine with it.
The doctor began the ultrasound. She looked very carefully for quite a while, working on the measurements and such, but could not find a heartbeat.
That was scary. It was her serious concentration that worried me. She played it off very well, but in the back of my mind I thought-this may not be good.
I was surprised at how it affected me think that our baby may not be alive.
We were told that it could be too early to find a heartbeat. They tried to tell me that I was only five weeks along. I knew better- I was seven. There's no way I caught a pregnancy I wasn't expecting at three weeks! But no one at the office believed me. I scheduled the next appointment and went on with life in an extreme state of exhaustion.
Two weeks later we nervously returned to the examination room. I was examined by a more experienced doctor who was able to find Lexie's heartbeat. What a relief it was to hear! He did his measurements and I was now 8.2 weeks pregnant.
That's what I thought.
To Be Continued...
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