My doctor wasn't actually IN this morning when I went for my appointment. I purposely scheduled the first appointment of the day so I wouldn't have to wait an hour to be seen, but that came back to bite me, because she was off doing a c-section, which is to be expected when you schedule an early morning OB appointment. I know from my last pregnancy not to complain though because when it's MY turn? I'll be the one monopolizing her for hours at the hospital... it all comes full circle. At a busy OB office (all of them) you never get much time or attention the first two trimesters if everything is going normally. But when it comes time to push? They are 100% there.

I'm very happy to announce that all is well. The nurse took my weight and blood pressure and listened to the heartbeat, all of which were normal and wonderful. Then she left Ben and me to entertain ourselves until the Dr. got back. It wasn't TOO long, but it was long enough that Ben managed to dissassemble the stirrups and find the on/off switch for the little flexible light thing. Good times.

The doctor arrived, swooped in and measured me... 15 weeks right on. This is somewhat of a relief since I feel huge and have been having nightmares of them finding a second baby at the next ultrasound. She told me I could use Zantac for the acid reflux and handed me my referral form for the big ultrasound. (where I'm sure they will only find one baby). Then we were done!

My next equally uneventful appointment is the day after Christmas. My ultrasound is in the next few weeks... whenever I have a chance to actually sit down and call and whenever they can fit me in after 18 weeks.