(cross-posted here and in my DDC, as per Mae's wishes 
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I just got back from an appointment with my gynecologist (I haven't decided on a midwife yet - note to self: get on this!) and despite me not liking ultrasounds on principle this is a high-risk pregnancy so I decided to go ahead and have one (my gynecologist is not pushy at all. Rare, I know).
He did the scan himself and almost immediately the heartbeat started thrumming through the exam room. DF and I looked and each other just had no words. It was amazing and made it seem all the more real. That's our baby. We're really, finally, going to be parents. I think I said "Oh, my goodness," once and DF just kept repeating "Wow," over and over again.
Then my doctor goes, "So, far along did you say you were, again"
Alarm bells started to go off in my head.
"Seven weeks today," I said.
"Hmm," he said.
Danger, Will Robinson!
This is were DF jumped in - "Hmm? What does "hmm" mean?"
"Well, she seems to be measuring a bit large for seven weeks."
Please bear in mind that I started out at around 100, probably (I'm 5' tall, on the nose). I don't have a scale and the last time I'd been weighed was at my GP's for an ear infection a few months ago and I was 106 then. Keeping weight on is a battle for me (I have a thyroid issue and take a lot of medication for other medical issues) so I know I went down a little before getting pregnant and ever since MS kicked in I know I've lost a even more - when the nurse weighed me this morning I was at 97, which I can't stand (I try my hardest to stay in the triple digits.)
So, before DF could say anything I jumped back in, "What do you mean "large"? I'm 97 pounds for crying out loud!"
"Losing weight in the first trimester is completely normal. You have nothing to worry about," he said.
Queue both DF and I letting out a sigh of relief.
"You're just a little farther along than Dr. Last (my rheumatologist) thought, that's all. No worries."
"Farther along?" I asked, "Exactly how much "further along" am I?"
"Well, based on what I'm seeing I'd say you are almost nine weeks along."
So, to recap: I'm a idiot. I'm not due January 12th, I'm due January 2nd. At least for now, that is. And now I've just lost almost two weeks.
)I just got back from an appointment with my gynecologist (I haven't decided on a midwife yet - note to self: get on this!) and despite me not liking ultrasounds on principle this is a high-risk pregnancy so I decided to go ahead and have one (my gynecologist is not pushy at all. Rare, I know).
He did the scan himself and almost immediately the heartbeat started thrumming through the exam room. DF and I looked and each other just had no words. It was amazing and made it seem all the more real. That's our baby. We're really, finally, going to be parents. I think I said "Oh, my goodness," once and DF just kept repeating "Wow," over and over again.
Then my doctor goes, "So, far along did you say you were, again"
Alarm bells started to go off in my head.
"Seven weeks today," I said.
"Hmm," he said.
Danger, Will Robinson!
This is were DF jumped in - "Hmm? What does "hmm" mean?"
"Well, she seems to be measuring a bit large for seven weeks."
Please bear in mind that I started out at around 100, probably (I'm 5' tall, on the nose). I don't have a scale and the last time I'd been weighed was at my GP's for an ear infection a few months ago and I was 106 then. Keeping weight on is a battle for me (I have a thyroid issue and take a lot of medication for other medical issues) so I know I went down a little before getting pregnant and ever since MS kicked in I know I've lost a even more - when the nurse weighed me this morning I was at 97, which I can't stand (I try my hardest to stay in the triple digits.)
So, before DF could say anything I jumped back in, "What do you mean "large"? I'm 97 pounds for crying out loud!"
"Losing weight in the first trimester is completely normal. You have nothing to worry about," he said.
Queue both DF and I letting out a sigh of relief.
"You're just a little farther along than Dr. Last (my rheumatologist) thought, that's all. No worries."
"Farther along?" I asked, "Exactly how much "further along" am I?"
"Well, based on what I'm seeing I'd say you are almost nine weeks along."
So, to recap: I'm a idiot. I'm not due January 12th, I'm due January 2nd. At least for now, that is. And now I've just lost almost two weeks.
