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So. 9 weeks, 3 days.
As I’ve already complained on everyone’s blog so far, I’ve been very sick. So sick, that I actually took the rest of the week off, from Tuesday afternoon. I didn’t think the “morning” sickness could actually get any worse, but it did, and clearly being at work was making it worse. I think I’ve told you before that my work is very physically demanding as a personal trainer and group training instructor, and being at work these past few weeks has been really tough. Almost every morning I’ve been asking myself WHY I’m there instead of at home resting, and these past few days have proved just that to be the best solution. I am significantly less nauseous now that I’ve been lying down and resting..reading magazines (about babies, of course) and watching TV. A part of me is hoping that maybe little by little the worst of this is over…?
This week has been exciting, as on Tuesday we went for our first prenatal appointment. Over where we live, we have some of the world’s best free prenatal programs, where mothers-to-be are followed for the duration of the pregnancy AND, post-natal care including weekly, then monthly, and eventually yearly check-ups for the newborn up until they go to school. The first visit was mostly just talking with the nurse for over an hour about how I’ve been so far, what to expect from future visits, a whole bunch of prenatal instructions/suggestions for diet and exercise. All in all it was nice–my partner was included and she felt very welcome and was immediately seen as the baby’s other parent. We talked about drugs and alcohol, about “family coaching” in the spring, and that was that. We also got flu shots.
That same day I decided I needed to stay home from work, so after training a few clients I hopped on a bus to the doctor’s to get sick leave, and spent the rest of the evening just vegged out on the sofa. We knew that usually that for non-IVF/infertility treatment people, the initial ultrasound is at around 10 weeks, but of course we’d already had an early scan at 6wk6d…The nurse explained to us, that timing-wise the next ultrasound would be at one of the two prenatal hospitals between weeks 10-13 and would include screening for Down’s and other similar chromosomal issues. I’ll also have a bunch of blood work drawn for a full health screening (not that they didn’t do those already for all our treatments…). So…the next morning my partner searched for at-home doppler machines…and purchased one! How exciting!
The letter from the hospital came yesterday, and our ultrasound isn’t until mid-December!! GASP! How can I possibly that long to make SURE our little almost-fetus is okay? To our great surprise, the doorbell rang mid-day today… and there was the package! Our doppler machine had arrived! We all but tore the packaging apart, spread jelly on my belly…and started to listen. Unfortunately my partner had to rush out before we were able to hear anything, but I closed my eyes and moved the sensor around slowly, slowly, slowly….until after what seemed like forever…there it was! A distinct whomp-whomp-whomp-whomp-whomp beating fast and strong. I may have gotten a bit teared up. Our baby is definitely alive and going strong! What relief!
And to any nervous nellies, I absolutely recommend this. They’re not expensive, and if you have to wait for weeks and weeks in between scans and ultrasounds, this is a great way to calm those nerves and be assured that yes, the baby is doing just fine.
Ps. even though the manual says it can pick up the fetal heartbeat from week 12 on, all the user comments said they were able to hear it from around week 9 on… it may just be a bit harder to find, since the fetus is still so small and is moving around quite a bit.