It was exciting amidst the poking and prodding and multiple samples taken. It was anxious despite being annoyed at having to wait so long (why do these places always run so far behind?). It was a long appointment, but that last little niggling doubt was finally quieted, and I can finally admit with 100% confidence that we are pregnant. (!!!)
Oh, and the due date is June 3rd.
The nurse was really happy (impressed even) that I had such a firm grasp of specific dates needed to determine due dates, but when things all happen coincidentally with big school dates, then it works out nicely.
Believe it or no, the part of me that was hesitant to start advertising my thickening girth was that part of me that had not yet heard anyone confirm it who was not a trained, expert, medical person. It was that "Oh, there's the heartbeat" moment that really did it. And I'm so glad that Ben was there with me, cause I know by looking at him that it took him a bit by surprise as well. Granted, Ben's surprise was due in part to the fast heart rate. He's comparing it to the heart rate of an elite athlete (the difference of approximately 130 beats/minute), so he's obviously new to this too.
So now that mom-in-law will be thrilled that she can do her mom-in-law duty and tell everyone for me. Really, I've told a few people and that's enough for me. After a while, it just becomes redundant. :-) But it never gets old. The more I say it, the more real it becomes, too, which is, indeed, a benefit.
Perhaps I will write a blog soon about my frustrations already with clothing. First I had a love-hate relationship with food, and now it's mostly a hate-hate relationship with anything fastened around my waist.
"To my embarrasment I was born in bed with a lady." Wilson Mizner (I think that I have heard this one before, but I still find it amusing.)
P.S. I got home after the aforementioned three hours of poking and questioning only to find out that I have jury duty next Friday. Does pregnancy count as a good reason not to be chosen??