There is one sure way to completely freak a woman out when she is pregnant and it happened to me last Friday.
I went in for my first appointment with the midwives. They weighed me, I peed in a cup (and all over my hand - WHY have I never mastered doing that? I remember as a kid repeatedly dropping the cup in the toilet and my exasperated mother fishing it out and getting me another...) and took blood.
Then, the midwife came in. We chatted a bit - she was on the morning after I had the Shorty and was the one who noticed I looked rather pale and had me tested for anemia (THANK YOU!). Once we'd caught up she did the exam. At first when I commented that I felt like I'd popped out really early, she looked and said, oh that's just bloating, but then a few minutes later when she went to feel my uterus, she said, "hmmm, you are big. I think we better do an ultrasound to see if there are twins in there."
All I can say is thank God they'd already taken my blood pressure because I'm pretty sure it went through the roof at that moment. Twins are not on my agenda. Even remotely.
After several minutes of lying there feeling not only like I was going to puke, but also like I was going to have a heart attack she came in with the portable ultrasound. It wasn't the best picture, but she saw only one little being bobbing around in there.
WHEW.
The upside is though it was too early to hear the heartbeat on the doppler, we could see it on the ultrasound so that was reassuring.
My first official ultrasound as part of genetic testing is at the end of the month. I'll be grateful for another confirmation that there aren't two growing in there - and until then I'm going to try not to think why I was measuring at 13 weeks when I was only 9 weeks and 5 days along.
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