Late-night Inventory

It is 12:55 a.m. here in Michigan, Tuesday morning, very early. I cannot sleep. I am so tired, yet feel so awake. So, I snuck out of bed (well, I tried to anyway, my husband is a VERY light sleeper). I came downstairs and thought I would read my usual blogs. Much to my disappointment, no-one has done a post in the last day or two (well, no-one whose blog I read, anyway). So, I had read them all already. It was then that I thought I might want to update mine, since mine is about a week old. (Hypocracy!)

I went to the doctor for my first exam since being pregnant on Wednesday. They told me to arrive 15 minutes early, and then kept me waiting 25 minutes past my scheduled appointment time, not a good first impression. They weren't even apologetic. My experience once in was much better, though. I met with a mid-wife. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this, I was scared. I am used to the idea of doctors. But, I wanted to try. I liked all that I had heard from my girlfriends, and what I read in my many pregnancy books. I liked the experience, and I liked the mid-wife. (She is one of 4 in the practice, and I will be working with them all).

So, I had the usual check-up, but because of my tilted uterus (I have known about this for years now) they could not tell from the actual exam if I was even pregnant, let alone how far along. So, this warranted a vaginal ultrasound (and it means my insurance will pay for it!) So, at 8 weeks along, I got to have an ultrasound and see the baby's heart beat. It was so awesome. It really made it real for me. (My husband was there too.) It's like I knew I was pregnant, but I was holding my breath, and couldn't let it go until I had proof. The exam itself would have been something, but the ultrasound, it really made it real. So, I am 8 weeks and some days along, and I am definitely pregnant. (I have the ultrasound picture for proof!) Oh, and I have only one fetus in there, not twins. (There was some speculation on the part of my family, and worry on the part of my husband, as twins run in my family, and there is no truth to it skipping generations, at least not in my family. Oh, and did I mention I am a twin? I have a twin brother).

So, like many pregnant women, I have the usual symptoms. I don't recall ever hating feeling this bad (physically) yet loving it at the same time. I am certain it is like nothing else. With every wave of nausea, and every one of my million trips to the bathroom, and every time I wake up during the night to shift positions, with every pang of absolute fatigue, I may be irritated, but the knowledge that I am healthy and that (so far) my baby is healthy, I am glad that things are just the way they are, nausea and all. The world, and even our country, has seen so much heartbreak lately, I am counting my blessings where I see them!

Goodnight world. I am off to slumber!