The Monday after finding out I was pregnant, I looked for an OB like crazy! I hadnât gone to an OB/GYN in years. Not a fan of doctors, unless Iâm dying and need to go to urgent care, which even then Iâm not much of a fan but you know, sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.
Anyway, as I was calling OB/GYN after OB/GYN to schedule an appointment just about everyone I talked to told me they didnât find it necessary for me to see an OB so soon. They thought I was being silly. Apparently, doctors donât like to see you until after youâre 8 weeks into your pregnancy in case of a miscarriage, which I personally found to be a little ridiculous. Just having to wait if something that you werenât completely sure of was actually going to be real or not would drive me nuts! If anything, then I would REALLY want to see an OB if I was at risk. Iâd want to know exactly what I needed to do or not do to prevent such thing from happening.
And I really didnât know how far along I was in my pregnancy. Even by calculating my moon/cycle, I really wanted to have an OB tell me, âyes youâre pregnant. And this is how many weeks you are.â I honestly donât know how much accurate their answer was in comparison to the one I got from the store-bought pregnancy test, but for my own mindâs sake thatâs what I needed.
I finally found an OB that could see me within a week. I was relieved. We would soon get the official word.
DJ and I both went on a Friday morning. We were sooo nervous and excited. But really, all I was gonna do was pee in a cup and wait for them to tell me whether I was pregnant or not, which I was pretty upset about. I really wanted to speak with an OB to ask questions. Luckily, they calculated my cycle and figured I was far along enough to meet with an OB. Thank goodness!
The obstetrician was super sweet and was even able to do an ultrasound, which was a little uncomfortable as it is done âdifferentlyâ than the one done in the second trimester. All you mamas know what Iâm talking about right? I told myself I didnât want to do too many ultrasounds, but this was definitely one I needed, again for extra confirmation. Could a girl not get confirmed enough? HahaâŚ
Well, we were able to see our little jelly bean for the first time.
Was that really our baby?! Woah! We couldnât believe it! The OB told us I was 7 weeks which made it possible to see such a tiny little thing. We were so happy. The joy streamed out of me in tears.
As soon as we left the OB office, DJ took a picture of the ultrasound and sent it to his parents. Itâs funny because he was the type who always thought it was weird when people shared their ultrasound pictures. He would say, âitâs just some weird blob.â Now he said, âI get it. Itâs my blob!â
