1st appointment

it was anticlimactic.

i went in with the idea that they would do something to show me there was a baby inside of me, like a dopplar for the heartbeat or an ultrasound for some visual aid. i was told over the phone last week that, yes, they'd make sure there was a pregnancy there and they'd confirm it was living. well, that meant by dipping a generic pee stick in my urine and seeing two lines. yep, i saw that weeks ago, thanks! dr. did an internal and gave me an outline of dos and don'ts. they weighed me (yelp, up already?!) and then i got to have blood work...i was near fainting during, dry heaved a bunch after the needle was removed, took a huge gulp of water, almost passed out and was moved to a bed-chair, then threw up all the water into a hazardous waste bucket. good times!

so no, we didn't see or hear h3b. plus, the dr. changed my due date based on my estimated ovulation date (instead of my last period, which i was using), so now i'm bumped back a bit. without a u/s, this isn't a great way to determine dates...but my new due date is march 26, 2010.

for all of my life, the numbers 2 and 6 have been my worst fear. it's hard to explain, but i like 3, 5, and 8 the most, and 2 and 6 have been dreaded. turning 26 (which i am now) was dreaded. and now my lucky march due date is the 26th. i'm trying to wrap my head around that and look at those numbers in a new light. it seems silly, but i've been convinced of this since i was...2? maybe 6 years old? here's to being a bit more rational...

march 26, 2010.