doctor time

So we are playing catch up with this blog. It's something I was meaning to start awhile back but time has really flown by. I'm 17 weeks pregnant and we have had several doctors appointments already. The first visit was exciting, fun and nerve-wrecking. All I wanted to hear the doctor say was that a healthy baby was growing inside me. Lucky for me he said just that and even gave us pictures to prove it. Here is a picture from our first visit. I can't tell what's going on but apparently we were right on track.

Over the course of the next few weeks we continued to get new pictures and updates on our little baby. I always look forward to these visits and the photos. In fact I wish I could make an appointment every week just to get a visual on the baby and make sure everything is okay. I get antsy waiting around for updates and I need reassurance that everything is on schedule. I'm not really sure how Joel feels about going to the appointments with me. I mean, I know he is excited about them but since he isn't the one growing it's a little different.

At our last appointment, just a week ago, Joel and I were in for a surprise. We scheduled the appointment like we normally do, we arrived at our regular time, and still they did something very peculiar. You see, the doctor had set this precedent that we were getting an ultrasound every visit so when we didn't go to the ultrasound room this time, I was definitely caught off guard. I think I actually looked at the nurse like she didn't know what she was doing. I even went as far to stop her and say, "this is the wrong room. We need to go to the ultrasound room." I'm not sure she appreciated me telling her how to do her job but i was confident that I needed an updated picture. Needless to say we didn't get taken to the new room and never got a picture. She tried to persuade me and tell me I was going to get something even better, the heart beat!...listening to the heart beat is nice but not better.

Despite my effort to even coerce my doctor to sneak me into the ultrasound room I had to give up and tell myself everything was fine. Our doctor gave us the 'everything is great' talk and we were on our way. Although it was hard walking away without a picture I made sure to check and see what's in store for us next month. Looks like things might just go my way...we get another picture. :)

baby on the way

"We're having a baby!" Is what i jumped on top of Joel and said the minute I took the pregnancy test and saw a positive. I was so excited and could hardly contain myself. That morning I woke up earlier than Joel and decided it was time to take the test. I had taken it about 5 days prior with one of those first response tests but we got a negative. I realized how quickly we could begin to waste 10 bucks and at the suggestion of my husband decided to wait it out.

I consider myself to be a pretty patient person but when you're trying to get pregnant all you can think about is if you actually are or when you can take a test. I would try not to think about it but I couldn't help it. I had baby making on the brain constantly. Ok, back to THE morning...like I said, I woke up earlier than Joel and it was all i could think about, i had to take the test even if that meant not asking him if it was finally time. 5 whole days seemed sufficient enough in my book. It turned out I made the right choice. The test was a positive and my wait was over. I ran into our bedroom where Joel was sleeping and jumped right on top of him and just started saying, "we're having a baby!." Joel was so throne off that he had no clue what I was even saying. Looking back I probably was saying so many different things it's no wonder it took him a second to catch on. I was also most likely jumping all around the bed and wouldn't be surprised if i started singing it. As soon as Joel caught on he reached up, smiled, and the 3 of us started to kiss. That's right, the 3 of us.

Our little dog Trapper(a malti-poo) is more of a practice first child then a dog to me. He goes every where with us and has opted to act more human-like than dog-like. So it was no surprise to me or Joel that when we started to kiss and share a moment, our little baby-dog-man wanted to be right in the middle of all the action stealing the majority of the attention. Joel says that Trapper likes to give kisses, I just think he likes to make out with Joel.

So the 3 of us kissed and shared a moment and I told Joel(who had barely had any sleep) to rest a little longer and we could talk about it all in a little. In the mean time I carried Trapper around like a baby and he soaked up every minute of being in my arms. When Joel finally woke up, we had the perfect Saturday morning. We both had so many questions and so much to think about. We both wanted to head over to the doctor and confirm what this test had told us but the office wouldn't be open until Monday so I had to wait it out before I could even call to make the appointment. But for the rest of that weekend i glowed. We agreed not to say anything until our first doctors visit. It felt like an eternity to get to that first visit but it was worth the wait. Our baby was growing in the mean time and getting ready for the first picture. And me, Joel and Trapper shared a special family secret for the next few weeks.

the happy couple