I had my first doctor appointment on Thursday. Except that it wasn’t with a doctor, it was with a midwife. This was an entirely new experience for me. In Utah, my doctor was my doctor for everything. She treated my colds, she was my Ob-gyn, and she was Ella’s pediatrician. I had chosen a family doctor for us in Harrisburg, and I was surprised to find out that I would have to go to someone else for my pregnancy. I had picked this doctor off a list, and I felt lucky that I liked her, but now I had to go randomly pick another name? A very frustrating process. Luckily, I found a local magazine that happened to have a “best of” section, and they had doctors listed. Since I didn’t know anyone else to ask, I went with the first on the list.
It turns out that this place is a mix of doctors and midwifes, and you don’t get assigned to just one, you are a patient of the entire center. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about this but the particular midwife we met with was wonderful. She answered all of my questions and I felt like she took extra time to find out about my history. Near the end of the appointment she said she’d do a quick physical exam but since I wasn’t very far along, she wouldn’t listen for a heartbeat yet, and we’d wait until the next appointment to schedule an ultrasound.
The exam was quick, and went well, except that she said my uterus was enlarged, due to the fibroid(s) that I’d mentioned to her previously. But it was so enlarged (my pants are already pretty tight and I’m only 10-11 weeks) that she listened for a heartbeat, to see if I was further along than we thought. No heartbeat, but she went ahead and scheduled me for an ultrasound to see if we could get a better idea of a due date and the size of the fibroid(s).
So we did an ultrasound on Friday, and we don’t really know that much more – at least not until I go back for another appointment with the midwife. We know that I am probably 10 1/2 weeks along, although the technician says I could be 11 1/2. We know that there is at least one fibroid and that it’s large enough that it can be felt by pressing on my stomach. And, of course, we know that there is a tiny little baby inside me – the culprit of my exhaustion and nausea. That little baby has two hands, two feet, a large, funny-shaped head, and is quite the mover.
I wasn’t sure if it would be as exciting to see our baby, the second time around, but it was. We did get to hear a heartbeat and I got all emotional and mom-like, and Tom finally believes that I’m really pregnant. I think…