So, Scott and I went to The Doctor on Friday, eager to hear Baby Bean’s heartbeat for the first time. She looked at my belly and felt around and told me my uterus was growing “very well” and was “pretty high up already”. Then she busted out the doppler and started cruising around in search of the heartbeat.
For the first minute or so, she assured us that with “babies this small” it’s tricky to locate the heartbeat sometimes. After a few more minutes went by, the tension in the little examination room grew. At one point, I heard a “whoosh, whoosh” and I got a huge silly smile on my face. “Oh, that’s actually YOUR heartbeat,” she said apologetically. I glanced over at Scott and saw he was gripping his chair and starting to look worried. She went over and over my belly, up and down, left and right. Nothing.
Finally, she moves the doppler dramatically lower, and presses down quite firmly, tucking it right up underneath my bone. “DUP DUP DUP DUP DUP”. Apparently our baby was chillin’ head down in a far reach of my uterus and his heart was beating along just waiting for us to find it. Big grins from Scott and I and a nice long time to listen to that beautiful sound before we settled down enough to finish the appointment with the usual round of questioning.