I had my first OB-GYN appointment. Everything looks good and is measuring properly.
Even though I really like my actual Dr, I was disappointed by the level of care of the US tech we had. It was certainly not on the level we were receiving at the clinic. I think due to a miscommunication, I was expecting to hear the heartbeat. So I was incredibly disappointed that she was just trying to view it on an US instead. She also said we could not record a video of it with our phones. Due to privacy laws. Which I’m pretty sure the clinic has to abide by as well, and yet they just covered our names at the top and let us record away… This bothered me to no end. And to be honest, it completely ruined the experience for me. I didn’t feel excited when I saw the baby squirming away on the screen, I was just mad at the tech. I’m so mad I don’t have it to look at again, over and over, like I do the first one, when all you can really see is the heartbeat, not a baby. I’m mad I don’t have it to show our parents and sisters.
DH and I had both taken the day out of work for this appointment, we planned on having a fun day, going to lunch after the appointment. But since my expectations were what they were, and I was so disappointed, it kind of ruined my day. There were other factors, including the fact that the lab I went to after for blood and urine was gross (the bathroom… I’m not even going to get into it), the fact that I had had a headache for a whole day already and it was getting worse, and the fact that I needed food (but was unaware). I’m someone who needs some time to work through those feelings before I can go back to being in a good mood. I wish I was more like DH in that, it’s like he can flip a switch after being upset about something. He just decides it’s over and to be happy again.
I was able to get to normal during lunch. I told him why I was upset and he talked me down, I got some food in my stomach and I had a diet coke (I think a little caffeine helps my headaches sometimes). I also gave DH his tshirt during lunch. This was the shirt that I had always planned on giving him to “tell him” I was pregnant. He saw fabric and thought it was going to be a onesie. He was pretty happy that it was actually something for him, and that it was sort of a play on his other shirt (I talk about this here.)
After, we went to a park near where my grandparents lived before they passed, where my parents grew up. We took a picture to use in our “announcement” cards (which I’ll show you once they get delivered-they are infertility sensitive). Then we ran some random errands before heading home. Not a terribly exciting way to spend the rest of the day, but we were together and not at work, so it was pretty good.