I scheduled my first prenatal appointment earlier than I wanted to because I needed to get a release from my midwife for the Avon Walk - it was yesterday at 11.5 weeks instead of 13-15 like I would have preferred. The visit went just fine, but at the end when she tried to find the heartbeat with the doppler, she couldn't. I was pretty torn up. I heard Sam's by doppler at 9 weeks or so and 11 weeks seemed like a normal time to hear it and she tried for quite a long time so I was just - concerned. My nasty symptoms have been fading slowly over the last few days and that added to my nervousness. And so with some urging from Wilson, I went ahead and scheduled an ultrasound for this morning just so we wouldn't have to wait in agony until my next appointment.
I was excruciatingly anxious walking in to the appointment this morning. I had prepared myself for the worst. And though I know it wouldn't be tragic or really that big of a deal, hearing bad news would still mean that we would have to start over from the beginning and that is just a lot to bear. So when the tech said, "there's the heartbeat" first, I was so insanely relieved and not even really sure how to behave.
Everything else was fine. Heartbeat of 167, measuring 11 weeks 1 day, squirming around a looking very baby-like. Not a great start to my low-prenatal-care pregnancy, but hey, I'll take it.
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