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Boy, am I going through a process. People keep telling me I cannot afford to keep saying "next!" to the people I meet (doctors, midwives, etc.) because now, based off of my tracking, I am working on my fourteenth week. I don’t know what it is, but I feel compelled to meet "just one more" person. Admittedly, the last individual I met was phenomenal. She was patient and had genuine concern pouring out of her actions and responses, not to mention the ability to joke with me and make me feel my most comfortable. She was a nurse practitioner though, and doesn’t do deliveries. Poop. The last three people I saw told me I looked bigger than the women they typically see at this far along. I have been asked if I am having twins, if they run in my family, or if I could possibly be off on my last menstrual cycle start date. Perhaps I am further along than I thought. I know the last time I bled, I did NOT have cramps (highly unusual for my typical cycles), and it was a little shorter, but the date it occurred I am most positive of, because I was already a week late and obsessively checking the days, dates, times, symptoms, etc. I automatically discounted the possibility of pregnancy once I saw the blood, but since being pregnant knowingly, I have read so many things about short stints of bleeding near the beginning being perfectly fine and possible while pregnant. I didn’t pay attention too much to the amount of blood and whatnot because at the time it simply meant I wasn’t pregnant.
I heard a heartbeat. I cried, because it just felt more real. I was laying there, tilting my head back because my husband was sitting quietly at the head of the bed. We just made eye contact and smiled. I know it felt more real for him too, since that moment.
I heard a heartbeat. I cried, because it just felt more real. I was laying there, tilting my head back because my husband was sitting quietly at the head of the bed. We just made eye contact and smiled. I know it felt more real for him too, since that moment.