TMI? Probably, Readers Beware!

I had my first Prenatal appointment on Monday...By the time I left I was, first, exhausted because of all the overcompensated emotions I had experienced in my 2 hour visit to the OB. (thanks to hormones) And Second, a tad disappointed but relieved at the same time. 

I showed up to my appointment 15 minutes early, as requested by their office, (with full bladder), and filled out the necessary paperwork, blah, blah, blah. Then they had me sit and wait, and wait, and wait. Yes, I still had to pee, but by now I was getting much more desperate. 

They FINALLY called me back, (relief) and i had to pee so bad I almost didn't get my pants down let alone in the cup! (Gross! I know--Right?) So let me add another side note. The smell of EVERYTHING makes me want to puke, (especially pee), So going to the bathroom, in itself, is already a chore...Then to hold a cup in a steaming stream of urine, and have to feel how warm it is through the cup....BLAH! I was gagging trying really hard not to throw up (or spill my cup full of warm urine)  I had to pull my shirt over my nose and mouth, and barely touch rim of the cup. I finally was able to pull myself together enough to wash my Hands and gather my jacket and purse. (embarrassment)

You Ladies know what comes next....The DREADED Scale. Yep, Gained 2 pounds. (ALREADY!)....LAME!  So the really nice nurse took me back to the room asked me a bunch of questions...When was the first day of your last period....what medicines do you take....Blah, Blah, Blah. and then hands me my paper nightgown to put on, I was a little shocked because I had just had an "EXAM" in September, so I asked her if I needed one again so soon, she just said yes and that it is standard procedure for your first prenatal visit, and left the room. So, I did as I was told. and sat....on the exam table...in my paper nighty. 

After sitting there for awhile I had a HUGE urge to, well lets just say, I really needed to pass some gas, and I thought better now, then when I'm having my "Exam". (Could you even imagine? Farting in the Doctors face as he's swabbing...) So I let it RIIIIIP, and it was a bad one. And I kid you not, not even 2 seconds later the doctor walks in! (Embarrassed) (Yeah, Laugh it up!) So the Doc and I are sitting there discussing my chart (in my cloud of stench), and he says,

 

"Oh, you had an exam in September, No need to do another one so soon." (RELIEF) Probably because he was afraid I would fart in his face...lol. But I was relieved, anyway and kinda pissed because I just asked the nurse if I needed one and she said yes. Anyway...

As the Doc and I were talking he said that because I had been treated for Insulin Resistance before the pregnancy he said "We are just going to assume that you have and are going to get gestational diabetes." and he wants me to eat the way a pregnant woman with Gestational Diabetes would eat. After that all I heard was No table sugar (fine), No white bread (fine), and no PASTA.....What?!!? (freak out) Pasta is like the only thing that tastes good and stays down well. 

THEN....

The Nurse calculated that I was probably 10+ weeks along. So the Doc was going to use the Doppler thingy to hear the baby's heart beat. I was really excited because I had hoped that we would be able too. So the Doctor put the thingy just below my belly button and is moving it around, and pushing down hard and move it some more and pushing it down harder (discomfort) and he couldn't find a heartbeat. (Panic) Then the Doctor decided to measure my uterus to make sure I was measuring correctly, measuring just right. So he said, "Lets do an ultrasound to make sure it's a Viable pregnancy." (Panic, Excitement, Sad) I was really getting upset then. Not only because the doctor thought there might be a problem with the baby but because Ben wasn't there! He was plowing SNOW. (Seriously, plowing snow in St. George what are the freaking odds.)

During the ultrasound the doc checked everything out, the heart was there beating strong, everything was there and looks perfect. (Relief) He measured the baby and I was barely 9 weeks. (Disappointment) Seriously, I don't know if I would last the whole pregnancy being this sick. Hopefully it will ease up after the first trimester.

So the doc printed up a few photos of our Kidney Bean sized baby. (Awww) and I left. When I got in my car I just started BAWLING and I called Ben and was yelling at him for not being there. (Poor Ben, sorry honey) Then I called my mom and bawled because I can't eat pasta. (Poor Mom, sorry.) and then I was a wreck at work. (Just because I was hormonal.)

So lets see in 2 hours I experienced relief, embarrassment, dread, shock, more embarrassment, more relief, anger, a freak out, excitement, discomfort, Panic, more panic, more Excitement, sadness, relief again, disappointment again, an AWWW moment, and finally a hormonal break down. 

I apologize to anyone who was in my path that day. But the final verdict is this, I'm only 9 weeks along, (I know....you've heard that before) Doctor says my due date is now July 21, and so far baby is fine and healthy.

If you're still reading, thanks for reading my very long and Rant style post.