Don't Tell Her...She'll Think I'm Crazy

OK, so here we are in week 11 of the pregnancy, or week 9. I get confused. They don't measure time the way I thought they did. First of all, you have to know what the last day of the menstrual cycle was before conception. Then they add 14 days to find out the date of conception. Now here is where I got lost, the docs actually track the pregnancy from the last day of the menstrual cycle. So 11 weeks pregnant actually equals 9 weeks since conception. So apparently Emilee was pregnant before Sage/Kharma was ever conceived! Cool huh? Whoever figured this little bit of math out must have gone to public school in Clayton County!

Anyway, we had another OB appointment today. We get there and Emilee, who has peed four times already this morning, spends ten minutes in the bathroom trying to produce a specimen. When asked why she "just didn't wait till we got here" I get another one of the looks that I am cataloging in this series. I guess you have to strain it out for it to give an accurate reading. Must have missed that day in paramedic school. We are then led back to one of the rooms.

While we are waiting for the midwife to come in, I ask her if we should tell the midwife that we have a doppler and have been able to hear the baby (and track tornadoes). Yet another look and the answer I get every time she wants to lie to or withhold information from the doctor..."Don't tell her about it, she'll think I'm crazy". Unfortunately I have heard this or some version of it many times. All of this from a nurse, and one that gets ticked off when the patients lie or withhold information from her. But then again they probably don't want her to think that they are crazy either. But what do I know?

So in walks Jill. Actually her name is Amanda, but we both did a double take because she looks like Jill Gilliam's twin sister. Amanda is the midwife we met with today. We really liked her, very peppy and very positive. We get to meet all of the practitioners in the practice so we recognize the lucky one that is on call the day Galahad/Odelia is born. Sorry Em, I know you said no more names (I just can't help it). I like the idea. You don't have a complete stranger coming in to deliver and possibly run off with your newborn.

Amanda tells us that she is very excited to meet us and that she has a surprise for us. She is going to use doppler to check the baby's heartbeat. Now the look I get is one that expresses both "please don't tell" and "remember, you have to go to sleep sometime". I REALLY want to say something. Especially after she tells us that there is no need to get concerned if we don't hear anything. I almost burst, especially since it took her a couple of minutes to find the pulse. I think I may need stitches from biting on my tongue instead of yelling out "hey Emilee, just show her the spot you start from". Fortunately for me Amanda found the pulse and I was saved. Emilee looked so relieved too, and not just about my not spilling the beans. Amanda told us that everything was going perfectly, which is exactly what you want to hear.

I just hope I can stay quiet when we go in for the Ultrasound.

Stay Safe,

Rob