Written Aug. 20
I can still remember making that first call to my OBGYN when I first discovered we were pregnant with D. Anxious, nervous, and then completely disappointed when I was told they didn’t want to see me until I was 8 weeks along. I had to wait almost a MONTH to see a doctor and confirm that I’m pregnant? Say what? That wait seemed like eternity.
This time, the wait didn’t feel nearly as long. Probably because life has been moving at full speed around here since right after those two pink lines popped up. We went to Chicago, my MIL passed away, and a few days after the funeral, my FIL came to stay with us for two weeks. This, on top of a myriad of other family-related things that also happened in that 3 weeks span taking up brain space and well, time flew right on by until suddenly, Aug. 12 was here! Unlike last time, I didn’t take a vacation day from work. We just went to my 2:30 in the afternoon appointment, with a
baby, er toddler, already in tow. Quite a different experience from last time, I must say.
The routine was pretty much the same tough. Height/weight measurements, blood pressure taking, then meet with the doctor to chit-chat and get an estimated due date (March 23, 2014) before taking my blood test and heading back to the ultrasound (u/s) room. Then the moment we’d all been waiting for – the heartbeat. Nice and strong at 160 bpm. (Almost the same as D’s at this age, for those keeping score at home.) Hooray!! Next, we viewed the screen but other than the blinking heart chambers, I honestly couldn’t see much. Still very much a blob. But a blob with a beating heart so that’s all that matters!
With our little photo in hand, I set my next appointment for 12 weeks and that was that.
Now that we had a photo though, I could finally work on telling my family just like we’d planned.
I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this already (pregnancy brain!) but my MIL passed away a little unexpectedly so we never shared our news with her. We knew we were pregnant for roughly a week but we wanted to wait until our 8 week appointment before sharing the news with family. Why the 8 week appointment? I have no idea. It’s not like I have a history of miscarriages. And even if I would have miscarried, we would’ve still told them about it. So looking back, I completely regret that we withheld this info because she would’ve been happier than anyone about us having another baby.
When we arrived in town the day after she passed, we figured the family could use a bit of happy news so we told only my husband’s family. They were happy, but they just lost their wife/mom, so it wasn’t a big celebration by any means. But they were still excited.
And although my parents drove in for the funeral a couple of days later, I didn’t want my MIL’s funeral to be the way they found out about us having another baby so we didn’t tell them and asked all of my husband’s family to please keep it quiet as well. Which they did.
But now, at 8 weeks, we had a cute little u/s picture as confirmation that yes, a baby is in there and OMG we’re having another baby!! So we took a picture of the picture and sent it via Postagram. I love this app, by the way. The initial set up is a pain since you need to input your credit card number but after that, sending postcards of your Instagram pics is a breeze and everyone LOVES getting them. So we sent Postagrams of the u/s to my grandmas and my parents. It was quite hilarious answering the phone that next week when they finally arrived! And of course, every one of them is hoping for a girl this time.