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Written: March 10th, 2006

Okay, not used to this blog thing, but I’ll give it a shot, so here goes.

I went to my first Ultrasound today. According to directions, you are supposed to drink 4 glasses of water about an hour and a half before your appointment. WRONG! If you are pregnant, and you have drunk ANYTHING that day, I would suggest drinking half that amount. I used to laugh at my mother when I was 13 and she was pregnant, needing to pee every 20 minutes. Not anymore. Although I’m not quite as bad as that, I do have more sympathy for the plight.

So this is how my afternoon went. Keep in mind that my appointment was at 2:30pm and having to drink 4 glasses, or 1 liter of water between 1 & 1:30 without peeing until after the ultrasound is over.

12:55pm Started drinking water on my way over to Hubby’s work to bring him to the appointment.

1:18pm Arrive at his work, already desperate to pee, and decide I am not going to make it, so I go before we leave his work.

1:35pm We are on our way, mainly because it is completely across town and there happens to be an ugly snowstorm going on.

2:07pm We arrive at the Hy’s Center and I am bordering on doing the desperate peepee dance once again, so I beg the receptionists to be allowed to go, even a little bit. Armed with instructions on to only pee ½ a cup, I eagerly head for the loo.

2:25pm I am taken to a little change room and am told to change, then wait for them to call me. In the meantime, I am just about crying. When I am finally called, I can’t even lie down, or I might squirt. I must go for another pee session.

2:50pm After this whole ordeal, they manage to find a heartbeat (147- YAY!) but cannot find the ovaries. I explain to the tech that I know they are there, and can’t they just let me go and I’ll promise to be good to my hiding ovaries, but no dice.

3:00 pm. OK, after this whole thing, I am told that the tech will have to do a different kind of ultrasound, of which I will not go into detail, BUT- teehee- it has to be done on an empty bladder. HALLELUJAH!!! Christmas came early!

3:15pm Hubby & I finally got to see the baby blob & yolk sack & beating heart. I guess all worth it in the end, but boy, I’m thinking that they just try to fill you up so that the appointment is short. You get peace of mind out of it, but the means are cruel & unusual punishment. At least in my book.

Don’t get me wrong. Seeing the heartbeat and know I am growing a little, beautiful human being inside me amazes me and makes me feel special and wonderful and excited and afraid and emotional and any other descriptive you can imagine, but now I just have one thing to say: What have we gotten ourselves into?