I had an appointment with my doctor today. I was looking forward to it because I have been feeling a little disconnected and worried that this whole pregnancy thing wasn’t really true. Well, she found a heartbeat, and since it was below my belly button, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t mine. Of course, as long as it is inside my body it is mine, right? So I guess I now have two hearts. No wonder I’m so nice.
Jeff came to the appointment with me. When he heard the heartbeat he teared up a little. I can relate. I did the same thing when I heard it for the first time.
When she was listening to the heart beat, the doctor also said that she heard the baby kick. I heard what she was talking about, but I don’t think I would have recognized it as a kick. I sure didn’t feel anything.
They weighed me. I didn’t even gain one pound. The truth is, though, the clothes I was wearing today are lighter weight than what I wore last month, so I probably did gain a little. Next month I’ll wear heavier clothes, and then they’ll get mad at me for gaining too much weight.
So I guess I am more or less officially past the risky time (nearly 13 weeks), so I guess I don’t have to keep the pregnancy a secret anymore.