Twelve weeks and moving right along.
Today was a slightly longer doctor’s appointment involving blood work and a pap smear.
Until now, I’ve never had an audience during a pap smear, but decided that I wanted Brian to join in the prenatal fun.
Brian swears that he wasn’t looking. The whole process gives him the heebie-jeebies.
While I’m quite happy to stick with female doctors (being a physically private person), Brian insists that it wouldn’t matter to him if I had a male doctor because “it doesn’t look like they’re having much fun” and “there’s nothing sexy about this.” Naturally, I pretended to be offended that he didn’t find my mauve, open-in-the-front gown and pink, super-size paper towel for the lap to be “sexy.” But he’s right. It’s not sexy.
And rather than seeing a blinking bean on a monitor as before, I got some jelly on the belly and we heard the heartbeat today. Naturally this was Brian’s favorite part of the appointment as neither of us were being interrogated for health history and no one was spreading any legs.
First, the doctor prefaced her attempt stating that if the baby was “hiding,” she might have a hard time finding the heartbeat. Approximately three seconds later came the heartbeat with the doctor’s exclamation, “It’s an overachiever!” I looked at Brian, “Yay! Like me!” Then we were all ears as the doctor measured the baby’s heartbeat and mentioned an old wives’ tale linking the rate of heart beats and gender.
Keeping that a secret for now. 😉
Recounting the details in the car, I asked Brian what he thought of the whole experience.
Brian, “It was cool hearing the heartbeat.”
Me, “Yeah? What’d you think?”
Brian, “It was fast and strong. It had the heartbeat of a Metallica song… Chug chug chug chug chug…”