Proof

I had my first doctor's appointment on November 4th. I had to haul the two boys with me during naptime. Let's just say it wasn't the most pleasant experience I've had....

I've always joked in the past how I wish they wouldn't be able to hear the heartbeat on the first visit so I could have an ultrasound. Don't ever wish that. My nerves were already shot because the boys were driving me bananas, and it didn't help that I saw the PA instead of my doctor that day. She tried & tried but no luck. She was sure that the baby was just hiding under my scar tissue but sent me for an ultrasound just to be sure.

So, I had to haul the boys up to the hospital {thank goodness for valet parking}. As I was leaving Dr. Sharp hurried out to give me a hug and tell me that everything would be fine {I love my doctor!}. The ultrasound tech made sure to show me the heartbeat first so I could relax. Everything looked fine & we were on our way with proof of an actual baby!

It was good to get that proof, since Matt was convinced that we were having twins {not that I wouldn't have wanted that}. Now he can stop teasing me about it.

Another bright spot to this nerve racking day was the fact that the nurse mistakenly charted my weight at 115 {bahaha!}. I was soooo tempted not to say anything, but decided I'd better confess so that they didn't think I'd eaten a whole cow or something at my next visit.