One thing I hadn’t counted on between the time I found out I was pregnant to the first prenatal visit was the anxiety. There were days I felt pregnant, and days where I felt normal. On the latter days, I always worried that something might be going wrong. At seven weeks, I actually hoped for morning sickness to know that things were progressing normally. A few days later, I got my wish.
So today, on my first prenatal visit, my main goal was to hear the heartbeat. I knew that 9 and a half weeks was a bit early, so I tried to keep my hopes to a minimum.
First, they did the standard blood pressure check, blood draw for labs, and other basic tests. Then we had a lovely conversation with my midwife Connie who I adore. Although I had lots of questions about what’s safe, what’s not, and here’s a list of the tons of supplements I take, I was really just ready to listen to the heartbeat.
At the end of the appointment, it was time. It took her a minute to find it – considering the little bump is only the size of an olive, that is no surprise. But then, she found it. I can’t begin to describe how relieved and happy I was, so much so that I burst into tears. For those that know me well, I’m not the cry in public type.
It was the most amazing moment. Connie said the heartbeat sounded perfect, and she hugged me when I got up from the table. It was a very, very happy moment!