One of my best friends is a nurse, who worked in an OBGYN doctor's office and she shall remain nameless in case she could ever get busted for this ;)
Anyway, she shared a trick with me after I was pregnant with Nolan and Judah. She said that if/when I ever get pregnant again, to play dumb with my OBGYN doctor's office and pretend NOT to know when my last period was. She said they would give me an ultrasound to see how big the baby is to help determine a due date.
You all know from my subsequent pregnancies that ultrasounds are truly the ONLY thing to give 'my crazy' a rest. I was lucky enough and crazy enough to get a whopping 17 ultrasounds while pregnant with Nolan and Judah. I even kept an appointment with my OBGYN that I didn't need because I was going down to Ann Arbor to have an ultrasound that very same week. Seriously, I'm obsessed.... like real obsessed.
I am also wise enough to know that because this baby was conceived without assisted reproductive technology, I would not be treated any differently this time around. I would be considered a "normal" pregnancy. This realization was amazing of course, but with it comes many, many less ultrasounds. This truth freaked me out... like a LOT.
You can bet that if playing dumb could score me an ultrasound I otherwise wouldn't have had, you know I was going to use it.
After my beta HCG numbers were coming back well, the doctor's office called to ask me a few questions before scheduling any kind of appointment. One was, "when was your last period?" I went on this story about how I have irregular periods (which was completely true) and that I'm a fertility patient who always has had to keep track of everything and time everything while on medicine and I decided to use the summer NOT to act that way (partially true... I can say I'm trying to be laid back all I want, but let's be real... no one in their right mind would ever call ME laid back... about ANYTHING) and then I ended with saying that because of these things, I wasn't sure when my last period was, but knew I had a period sometime in July (complete lie... my last period was July 17th). Needless to say, this worked and for the regular intake appointment where they give people the whole speech about not drinking or smoking and things to eat and things not to eat, I had scored myself an ultrasound on Friday September 5th! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! #nailedit
The second thing I will never understand is why they don't always, when being given an ultrasound, do the heart rate FIRST. Don't fish around in there doing other things! Doesn't every mom want to know IMMEDIATELY if their baby's heart is beating?!?! I know I'm more nuts than others, but SERIOUSLY!
As usual, both these things happened before I got ANY reassurance whether or not this pregnancy was okay so far.
Low and behold though, after more fishing around at my ovaries and uterus and such, I saw ONE gray circular blob and heard ONE beautiful perfectly beating heart (156). For now, in this moment, at almost 7 weeks pregnant, things were okay.
Funny though, I may be one of the only people on earth who made a slight disappointed face when I found out I wasn't having twins again. This is 'my crazy' in full effect.
You see, I KNOW how to be pregnant with twins: I know how to eat, I know how much weight to gain, I know how many more ultrasounds that would get me, I know how to breastfeed twins, diaper twins, get twins on the same schedule. I won't toot my horn too much, but I think I do twins pretty well. I would consider myself a pretty good expert when it comes to twins. I feel comfortable in that realm.
One baby, one baby conceived on my own, well this is brand new territory for me!
As I'm writing this I'm laughing to myself because I sound... well... crazy.
Please don't misunderstand my slight disappointment to mean I wasn't over the moon excited and grateful that this appointment was a success because I was. Tears of joy and appreciation certainly did flow. This was just going to have some new components for me; some new things I was going to have to accept (like that I wouldn't be getting another ultrasound until I was 20 weeks), some new things I was going to need to learn about, and the new realization that we would be, God willing, receiving another miracle into our wonderful little family.
Baby number 3, here we go! :)