The Hobbit and the Hoohaa

So, the question of the day seems to be, "When are you due?" Initially, I thought I was due at the end of October but...

Let me begin by saying that January was a crazy month for us and I was a bit out of sorts. I wasn't keeping track of "things" (huh-hmmm...) very closely (hence the baby). This also made calculating the date of conception a bit of a challenge so I took a shot in the dark and picked a date to give the doctor on our first visit.

Let me digress here a moment and reveal that this was another very interesting first for me. Unlike previous visits to the "girl doctor", I was not alone this time. My fabulous boyfriend accompanied me, of course. My initial fear (that he would not be able to keep his hands to himself during the paper gown dressing ceremony) was alleviated after I asked him to please not be that guy, and as simple as that he was the perfect gentleman. My doctor, however, was a little less concerned with my comfort level at my first visit. My doctor decided to begin my exam and then began a 20 min conversation with us about CVS testing. Now I know this is something I'm going to have to get used to, but really?! I was trying to be very adult and hold my thoughts together so I could have a rational conversation with the woman, but all I could think was, "I can only see the top of her head...is this really appropriate? I'm talking to the top of her head from down...oh my god, it's like there's a hobbit...breathe breathe...happy thoughts..happy thoughts..." I felt like I was in a gynecological hobbit nightmare. Thankfully Mark saw my panic and asked that we have this conversation "after she was done." Oye! So it begins!

Fortunately, the day of the ultra-sound was much better. We had already tackled the paper gown/ cricket in the room while I examine your girlfriends hoo-haa episode. With our first experience behind us, we were able to enjoy seeing our little peanut on the screen. This was made even more exciting because we had no idea we would be able to see the heartbeat. All I could say was, "It's alive!" 160-ish beats a minute! No wonder I was sick all the time, my little peanut is running a marathon in there. As if seeing the heartbeat wasn't joy enough, our technician also told us that I was further along that we initially though. Wooohooo! I was getting closer to the glowing, nausea-free days of the second trimester. And so it was done...within a week I was no longer mimicking a narcoleptic and I was able to consume real food. Just like that!

Oh....I almost forgot the important part. The answer to the question of the day is:
October 6th!