I'd like to be able to say that now that I'm 12 weeks pregnant the "morning" sickness has completely disappeared. Unfortunately I can't. The medication is helping, but I've still had a few rough days. It's not completely helping, though, most of the time I can function better with it.
Today I am officially 12 weeks along. I can't believe it! The baby is about the size of a lime, and I had my 2nd OB appointment. This time I got to see one of the doctors, and Matt was able to join me. I had my pap smear (which was long overdue) and some other fun such things. (I'll come back to that.)
The best part was that they tried to listen to the baby's heartbeat on doppler. After searching for some time, the doctor and nurse both reassured me this was normal and if it couldn't be found they could do a quick ultrasound. OK, fine. She tried and tried and couldn't get it. I just smiled and said OK. After the doctor said we'd move to another room for an ultrasound I mentioned this happened with my last pregnancy. The doctor laughed and said, "Now i understand why you're smiling and not crying. You've done this before."
Had this been my sister, she would have been really freaked out given her past experience. But I knew that it could be hard to find a heartbeat and honestly wasn't worried yet. And I was secretly (or maybe not so secretly) excited that I finally get to see my baby!
Thankfully Matt was able to make this appointment, so we were quickly ushered into another room where we had a quick ultrasound. She found the baby with no problem and we were able to heat the steady, strong heartbeat. The heartbeat was around 180 (faster than I ever remember Zachariah's being). The baby was kicking and moving around a LOT! It was great to watch. The doctor wanted to get a measurement while she was looking, but baby just wouldn't cooperate for that. There was not a good view from crown to rump to measure.
So, we walked away with smiles and our first baby picture. (It's a rough picture, I know. Like I said, baby was being uncooperative.)