The Heart of the Matter

The 8-week appointment was big. I had scheduled it with my OBGYN for June 10.  This was the first day they would see me. I was so excited to see my "girl doctor" for a reason other than my yearly exam. I have been seeing the same doctor since I was in high school, and in my fantasy world, I believe that we are BFF's. I expected them to be just as excited as I was. I thought they would want to confirm the pregnancy with a blood test at least! But of course the receptionists brought me back to reality.

June 10 seemed to never arrive. When it finally did, Ryan met me in Zionsville at the doctor's office. He took pictures of me in the waiting room. I got kind of embarrassed because he kept calling out the fact that I was the only one in the waiting room that wasn't at least 36+ weeks pregnant. He was singing "which one is not like the other ones..." in the most melodic of Ryan tunes (or lack there of).

We finally get called back. The routine begins. Check weight. (Ugh. It's hard adjusting to the mindset that its OK to see the numbers go up after counting every calorie that went into my body for the last year.) Next, pee in a cup. Check blood pressure. And now finally..........the ultra sound.

Ryan and I were so excited/anxious for this moment. At this point, my only signs of pregnancy were bloating and more bloating. I didn't feel pregnant. Was there really a little being inside of me? Is the baby healthy? Will we be able to hear that magical sound of its heartbeat? The tech quickly put our worries to rest. The first thing she checked was the baby's heartbeat. 172. A healthy 8-week heartbeat. The sound was the most beautiful music I have ever heard. There is something so moving about hearing your child's heartbeat for the first time. It is a moment I will never forget. You may be able to see/hear it if you listen closely to the video.

We also got some great pictures of Baby Robinson.

We were overwhelmed with joy. This is our family. I got to see my doctor shortly after that and then my amazing nurse, Stephanie. With a packet full of information including everything from what to eat and what not to eat while pregnant, to the information on IU North Hospital, our delivery site, we were on our way out the door.

We were joyful and cautiously excited at the same time. We ended up celebrating at the most romantic of places...Subway. While eating our lunch we couldn't stop staring at the video and pictures of our Little One. We probably won't stop until we finally get to meet him or her in January.