Hearing the Heartbeat for the First Time
From the night I did the take home test until our first appointment, there was a part of me that wouldn’t accept I was carrying a child. This was even after a nurse confirmed I was pregnant at the doctors office.
There wasn’t a hate feeling or anything like that. I just didn’t accept it as something real. It felt like more of an idea.
I wasn’t plagued with horrific pregnancy symptoms. I did feel nauseous all day and felt tired sometimes. I was limited in doing certain things but nothing that screamed, “Girl, you pregnant!!” That is, until the first official doctors appointment.
At my appointment, I was laying on the bed with my feet in the stirrups and Love was had just been allowed to enter the room.
First, we were shown our baby on the sonogram screen. He or she was etched out in black and white looked like a deformed little jelly bean with tiny arms and a large head. It was nice and I was happy but there wasn’t anything too amazing about the experience. I thought after this, my appointment would be over. Just as I was about to readjust myself to get dressed, the doctor asked us if we wanted to hear the baby's heartbeat.
This threw me a little. In imagining the entire pregnancy, I never thought I would be able to hear its heartbeat at all. I never imagined it as an option. The doctor rubbed the gel on my stomach then followed by moving her microphone-like tool across my stomach.
We were able to hear the baby's heartbeat and this is what solidified it for me.
This gave me the overwhelming joyous feeling. It was now real. I didn’t cry but I did do the deep gasp, cover mouth, big smile and utter “Oh my gosh!” thing. I was really, truly and actually pregnant. I “officially” had a life growing inside me.
My pregnancy story doesn't stop there.
Follow my pregnancy by clicking one of the links below.
Start from the beginning and read about The Day I Realized I Was "Possibly" Pregnant.
Then proceed with:
Finding out the Gender of the Baby and all the emotions we went through.
My Second Trimester and all of my unhappiness.
My Baby Sprinkle that a few of my college friends threw for me.
My Third Trimester and the increased discomfort and annoyance.
My Delivery Story. Spoiler alert: I die a little.