Well we met with the midwife and things went fabulous! I think Baby Mama and Baby Daddy felt better after seeing that the practice is down the hall from the OB and across the parking lot from the hospital.
Also it wasn't in a grass hut.
They did all the medical history song and dance, and the midwife asked about our story. Baby Mama is a horrible witch and started saying all sorts of ridiculously nice things about me. And I was sitting right there!! Pregnancy hormones and all.
She's lucky I was able to choke back the tears with some wise cracks. Otherwise it could've gotten ugly.
At the end the midwife noted that since we'd had an ultrasound at the RE we didn't necessarily need one. But she could do one just to be sure of dating etc.
Baby Daddy said he was good and that seeing the heartbeat last week would suffice. But I knew Baby Mama wouldn't be seeing her peanut again until 20 weeks. And although I'm a little wary of ultrasounds there's a lot to be said about the mental health of a first time mom who won't be getting reassuring baby kicks.
So I stuck my big nose in their business and sort of told the midwife that I was happy to submit to one if they wanted to.
She said we'd just do a quick one to be sure of dates.
I asked if I should just disrobe behind the curtain and she looked at me crazy and said nah we'd try over the tummy.
Holy crap no weenie wand!!!!! Small victories folks.
As she looked around I explained that my uterus was installed backward, and it proved to be a little tough to see. But then little peanut wiggled onscreen and it was glorious. We could see it starting to look less like a blob of mashed potatoes and more like a person!
Again she wiggled a flipper at Mama. 😊
As we were leaving the office Baby Mama said she actually got a bit choked up this time. She's played it cool until now but I guess the little flipper wave hit her right in the feels.
I'm sure plenty of mamas remember the first ultrasound their hearts jumped in their throats. Rates up there with the first smile.
I've always said surrogacy was a one time deal. I don't know any surrogates who only did it once by choice. But I figured I was just weird. It's a bucket list check and I'd be done.
But if delivery day is anything close to the overwhelming joy I felt when Baby Mama lit up at that doctor's office...I might be in trouble. I can definitely see this being a drug. Nothing I've ever done in my life has felt this big or brought this much joy to another person.
So that was last week and today I went in and gave the blood thirsty midwives all the AB+ I had on hand.
Our next appointment is at the end of August, and our next milestone is in 2 weeks!
END OF THE FIRST TRIMESTER!!!
Such. A. Big. Deal.
My morning sickness is letting up a bit but I'm still pretty tired. But I'll be ready to hear that sweet heart beat at the end of the month.