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Meeting Baby

So yesterday was a gong show... An hour before my ultrasound appointment, I was in a meeting and frantically trying to consume the recommended amount of liquid to fill up my bladder. I've heard horror stories from other moms-to-be, and seriously - ugh! By the time Geoff picked me up and we got to St B, I was bitchy and miserable due to the fact that I was drowning internally.

We went to Information, and they sent us up to the Ultrasound department. All fine and good, except that the Ultrasound department had never heard of me. The got the Fetal Assessment department on the phone, and apparently had some better luck with that receptionist, because they sent me down there. Nothing like a leisurely stroll to the other side of the hospital with a miserably full bladder... I was not a happy camper.

And I was even less happy when the chick in Fetal Assessment took my health card, and realized that I was not in her book either. She asked if I minded waiting while she tried to figure it out, and I said it was no problem - except that I was dealing with an uncomfortably full bladder. She then informed me that they preferred empty bladder ultrasounds. I worked on deciding whether to laugh or cry while I bee-lined it too the bathroom.

When I got back to the desk, I found out that I *was* supposed to be in Ultrasound - but for some reason that we will never understand, they had my maiden name on file and not my married name. And then the receptionist from Fetal Assessment - very apologetically - slid two large cups full of water across the counter to me.

I guzzled the water on my way up to Ultrasound, and after a brief wait, they got me in to a room and started the test. The irony of all ironies is that - after spending ten minutes trying to get a good picture - the ultrasound tech suggested trying it on an empty bladder. My poor, poor body.

The ultrasound itself took nearly an hour and a half, because they sent me for a walk twice in hopes of calming the baby down or moving it into a better position. Turns out we have quite the little monkey on our hands. The tech laughed and told us that she'd rarely seen such an active baby. I literally watched it doing flips in there, and I don't think that any part of that child stayed still for longer than a second or two. I was thanking my lucky stars that I can't feel any of that movement yet... When Geoff came in at the end and the tech was showing him the head and the face, Baby reached up and scratched its ear - and it looked exactly like a wave. Hilarious.

We headed from St B straight out to visit with my parents, and it was so nice to see my mom especially. After dinner and few hours together, it was back to the Big City - and straight to bed after such a big, jetlagged, adventure-filled day.

But the night's adventures weren't quite over yet. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I felt it. It was a little bit fluttery, and a little bit rumbly, but absolutely unmistakable. There's a baby in there!

Labels: Baby Talk, Family, The Boy

posted by Lindsay @ 8:42 AM