baby update

**feel free to skip this post if you are bored with my baby stuff. But it's exciting to me and this is my blog, so I will continue to write about it sometimes.**

I went to the high risk maternal fetal medicine specialist today. As many of you know, in your early stages, they ask that you have a full bladder for an ultrasound. Which is grand. I mean, what is more fun than being pregnant and having to pee; other than being pregnant, having to pee and having someone bear down on your bladder (very full bladder) with an ultrasound thing-a-ma-jig. Good times!

Well, I'm full and waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Finally, I go knock on the receptionists window and beg her to let me in, so that I may pee a little off. I promised her I will only pee off a little. But it is either let me into that restroom or clean it up off the floor at this point. So, I go and pee off a little. And go back to the waiting room and wait. And wait. By the time they call me back, my eyeballs are floating again.

The technician asks how I'm doing and I tell her that I have to pee. She says that's good. She puts me up on the table and gets her little handy dandy thing. And proceeds attack my bladder with it.

Then she actually said, "Wow! That is the fullest bladder I have ever seen. I need you to go pee some of that off."

I happily oblige.

I go pee. just a little. and then get back on the table. I get all slimed up again and the technician goes back to work. Then she can't see a heartbeat. Which Bench Warmer should definitely have a heart beat by now. She needs to do an ultrasound with one of those wands that gets a little more... um, personal shall we say. So, now she needs me to go pee. I have never been so happy to empty my bladder in my life!

But now, I'm scared to pieces that there wasn't a heartbeat. As soon as she gets the wand into position, I said, "That's it, right? That's the heartbeat!" Which it was and long story short- all was fine. The baby and the mama are doing great.

sorry for the graphic story- those with kids will appreciate my pain. Those without can take this valuable information for future use-- if I don't tell you, who will? And for the men, well that's just my husband. And he already heard the story and knows far more personal things about me than the fact that I almost peed all over the waiting room at the doctor's office.

wow- how many times can I say pee in one post?

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