The appointment was long (as the first appointment always is) and riddled with Q&A ("Have you used any illegal drugs since becoming pregnant? No? Come on! Not even pot? Wow! You've been good.") examinations of internal and external body parts, and a whole lot of paperwork. My longtime OB-GYN left the practice, so I am now the patient of the doctor who did my c-section. She rocks. So greatly does she rock that she gave me a slip of paper authorizing an extra ultrasound before my next appointment in a month, since she knows I'm prone to worry. I always thought it was asinine that insurance companies permit only two ultrasound for the entire pregnancy, unless you opt for genetic screening (which I'm not doing).
I told her than other than some serious exhaustion and nausea in the morning or when I haven't eaten in awhile, I've been feeling pretty good. She said my uterus feels nice and large, which is reassuring.
I have already gained 5 pounds since my transfer on March 5th. Of course, given my penchant for face-stuffing since becoming pregnant, I wasn't all that surprised. She said she'd like to see me gain about 30 pounds, which is more than I gained with Isabella. Hey, I'm 1/6th of the way there!
She's planning on doing a c-section during my 39th week (so probably November 17th, 18th, or 19th).
She didn't attempt to try and hear the heartbeat, because at 9w4d, it's just too early. However, I was unconcerned. Fetal dopplers you can use at home were made for anxiety-ridden, neurotic, and worry-prone women like me. Although I still maintain that I'm more relaxed this time around, the BabyBeat Advanced Technology Doppler is coming to stay at my house for awhile. I used it 422 times a day when I was pregnant with Isabella. I plan to dial down the crazy a few notches this time around and aim for once a day.
A free and unscheduled ultrasound made for a pretty good start to the day. However, news I received when I arrived home made the day that much better. It seems there are fresh pints of the aforementioned pistachio-pineapple frozen custard at my favorite ice cream place ready and waiting for me. And not only that, there's pistachio-cherry waiting there too. And how do I know this? The shop called my house and left me a message, of course! It seems my dear husband, stopping by after work one day last week, mentioned to the person on duty how his wife who was eating her weight in the frozen loveliness each night would be disappointed to know that neither of her two favorite flavors were available for purchase that day. The counter worker put our phone number on a call list, and when they made the flavor, they would phone us and let us know. And they did.
My doctor will be so happy to know that I've reached my weight gain goal by the 2nd trimester, don't you think?