Wow, time since my last entry has sure seemed packed. I had intended to write on Friday, but Friday was mostly pukey-pukey in Bridget-land. Such is life.
Saturday went pretty well -- we went to my sister-in-law Jennifer's house for dinner (roast beef and mashed potatoes, very good) and broke to her the big news. It was pretty fun although I’m not really sure she believed us at first. So we had a nice evening hearing about her pregnancy experiences and talking about how I’ve been feeling so far.
Sunday was pretty fun. We didn’t have any trick-or-treaters, but we went to Jeckl & Hyde the Musical.
Monday was uneventful... Well, I think it was because I can’t really remember much of Monday.
Tuesday was jam-packed. We got up early in the morning to head to the doctor’s appointment at 8:30. Dave managed to vote before we went and I only heaved for a few post-teeth-brushing minutes. We went to the doctor’s office and had a really nice visit. They did the usual: medical history, weight, etc. I had a regular physical (which as far as I can tell was just looking into my ears, eyes and throat with a little flashlight) and a pelvic exam (which was unpleasant as always, but she did it really fast so it didn’t take very long). The doc was a little worried about me being so sick so we scheduled an ultrasound next week. NEXT WEEK! Weird. I think they are just going to do a quick look to make sure everything is ok.
Ok, but the WEIRDEST thing was that we got to hear the heartbeat! Ok, this is a bizarre experience. Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing and wonderful, but completely and totally weird. She (my doctor) put some goop on my belly and rubbed this little ball-bearing microphone type thing (dopplar) around. She ran over a few of my vessels that sound like “whoosh...(pause)... whoosh...(pause)... Whoosh” and then she moved it right above my pelvic bone and pointed it more downward and suddenly “whoosh... whoosh... whoosh... whoosh...” like twice as fast! It was unreal. 166 beats-per-minute. Dave and I had uncontrollable grins when we heard it. Seriously, wow.
We told my parents and my sister after the appointment. Mom and Dad got the jumble and thought it was quite clever. They are both very excited about it all. Kara was pretty funny — I started out by apologizing that I wouldn’t be able to make it to Chad’s graduation from law school (which I am really disappointed about) and she said that was fine, not to worry about it. Then she guessed why I couldn’t fly around that time. I so wish I would have been able to see her and Chad’s faces because they sounded dumb-founded.
This weekend we’re planning to tell David’s parents so I’ll keep you all posted as it happens. Hope you’re all doing fantastically. Oh, and I’m not talking about the election. I voted so I can complain all I want, but I need to wait until the wounds aren’t quite so fresh.
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