So far, Dr. P says that all is good with me and the baby!
I got to hear the heart-beat (168)! Is that super fast? Does that mean it is a girl??
He said that I am measuring right at 11 weeks!! Woo-hoo!
He was not impressed with my weight gain! Since I found out I was pg, I have lost 7 pounds.
Food is so not my friend these days!! He suggested the BRAT diet (no, this does not mean bratwerst diet, bannanas,-rice-applesauce-toast). I gave it a whirl last night and lets just say I may never eat toast and applesauce again!! YIKES! Needless to say, I have 2 weeks before my next appointment, and he wants to see me pack on some pounds! Ideas, I am open to anything that has no smell and is not meat or smell like meat or look like meat!
Dr. P. was so excited about this baby and the fact that Aron and I did not need any of his assistance (with infertility things). He did say he thought if we kept going like this that we could have at least 8 or 9 more children by the time I am 40!! If Aron would have been there, he may have passed out in the floor!!
We have an ultrasound on August the 30th and get to find out the sex of the baby! Just cannot wait. Will little Lovey have a sister or a brother???
So, after sitting on the table with the stirrup thingys for too long in a light peach gown that was o- so revealing, I was then told that I had to go down to the lab for some bloodwork! BOO!
I ventured down the hallway, checked in, and then sat in the waiting area for about 25 minutes! It was okay since I started reading Harry Potter, and I was very into the book. It definately calmed my nerves until I heard a child screaming in the back (he was obviously not excited about the blood stuff). It made me terribly uncomfortable and wanting to leave, but no, they called my name next. I had to sit in the room next to the screamer. (did I mention blood makes me totally sqweeby feeling, just hate it)
So this nice lady asked me to sit down on the chair and put my arm up on the table. I inform her I do not have very good veins and I do not usually give lots a blood. She says, "well, I think we will be fine." HA, I think to myself.
So, stick number 1: nothing, she loses the vein (not sure where it went, but it left my right arm.
Next vein up: in the hand, nothing. She held the needle there forever and the well was dry.
Left arm: she asks another lady to come into the room. She is getting a little hot, turns the fan on herself and then expresses to the newcomer blood getter that I have tiny veins if she could please hold my arm still so she can get it out of the only good looking vein in my left arm. I am thinking, this is not going to be good. I begin sweating, it this because the number 1 blood taker is taking all of the fan wind or because these two ladies are standing way to close to my face. The number 1 lady said, if this does not work, we will just send you over to the hospital since we have to fill 4 vials! O-geez!!
So here it comes! Stick number 3: and Oh No! She didn't. That is the last thing that I remember! I passed out and woke up in the boobs of lady #1! Yes, I totally passed out!!
All by myself with the sticker ladies in a lab!! Worst time ever!!
Needless to say, I did not fill up their vials, and have to return on Monday.
I hope that it turns out much better!
Hope yal have a great day!