This post is a couple of weeks late but I still wanted to share with everyone. Right before we left for Europe I had my 12 week appointment with a prenatal specialist to make sure Baby J is baking at just the right temp and speed. Unfortunately, Husband could not attend, it was his first day at his new job (let’s not get into how disappointed I was---pregnancy hormones are awesome!) so one of my best friends, Sinit, came with me. If you know me well you know that I often refer to Sinit as my moral compass, my calm in the storm and someone who no matter how much time has gone by, I can pick up with like it was yesterday. I love Sinit…she always comes through. Truly an amazing friend. So Sinit tells me she will go with me. The morning started out right…I woke up early for what I thought was my 10:30 appointment almost leaping out of bed at the excitement to see Baby J on the big screen. As I was leaving the house a calendar reminder popped up on my screen reminding me of my 10:00 appointment!!! EEK!!!! Here it is 10 till 10 and I think I am running early except now I am late. Of course when you are late there is always much more traffic and people seem to drive at a snail’s pace. I vacillated between speeding and not speeding (after all I did have precious cargo on board---sort of). Sinit arrived before me and was waiting for me at the valet area (God bless the valet service at Women’s Hospital). We rush upstairs and into the doctor’s office 10 min late. I was checked in and told to wait...which would have been ok but my bladder was about to bust! I was told to have a full bladder to get a good look at Baby J so I did what anyone would do. I reenacted a scene from the movie “Juno” and downed about 200 oz. of liquid for the appointment. Having to pee now is very different than having to pee before pregnancy. I didn’t realize it hurt so much more to hold it…I know that’s TMI but you mommy’s will understand. If I am barely pregnant what will it feel like when Baby J is a small lil melon sitting right on top of my bladder?! I am frightened by this thought.
“Mrs. Jenkins, please come to the back.”
Sinit and I walk to the back at which point I crack a joke, “They are going to think we are lesbians and you are my wife.” I only said that because a lot of people in the waiting room gave us peculiar looks as we walked back. I doubt that’s what they thought but between the need to pee and the excitement I was trying to expel some nervous energy.
We walk into the exam room and immediately the tech squirts the infamous goo on my, no longer flat, not quite a bump tummy. She pressed down with the ultrasound scope and there clear as day was Baby J….and then 2.2 seconds later Baby J was gone. Shy maybe? “Hmmm….looks like baby doesn’t want to be on camera today,” the tech says. “Not to worry, we will find it.” A few tries and the witnessing of lots of baby gymnastics and wiggles Baby J came back into view. I think Baby J wanted to make sure we got its good side; I mean it is half my child and the importance of finding your good side in photos cannot be stressed enough.
It is truly amazing to see your baby on screen. Non-believers in God would really question their belief once they see something so amazing that can only be described as a miracle. In just 12 short weeks our baby grew from a poppyseed to a small lime. It went from just being to moving and having a personality of its own. Sinit and I were weepy and excited at the site of something so beautiful. The doctor was able to take a few good photos in between all the wiggles. Below is the best one. I am happy to report that I think Baby J inherited daddy’s perfect nose!
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