After a long wait to finally have the ultrasound done, my husband and I walked into the clinic and it was packed. I figured "Fine. They must know what they are doing. We have an appointment. I'll be in soon." Little did I know that after an hour with a full bladder that I would still be waiting. I think Hubby's hormones are raging lately too. He doesn't like to put up with B/S, especially when he saw how uncomfortable I was getting.
He approached the counter to see where my requisition form was, to get an idea how much longer we'd have to wait. The morons had my form in with the new arrivals. Meanwhile, an older lady sat beside me. She noticed it was my husband causing a stir and reassured me that in this clinic that's the only way to get service.
Hubby told them we've been waiting for an hour. They tried to convince us that we just got there (GRRRRRRRRR). He demanded the requisition back so we could go somewhere else. They refused. But magically my name was the next called. (I did begin to wonder why we had scheduled an appointment if they didn't seem to follow any sort of schedule?!!??)
I had to wait for an hour with a full bladder but was happy to finally see the baby. The technician seemed a bit nervous (like hubby would yell are her), but she was nice. I watched her face as she scanned my belly and she didn't cringe so I knew everything was good. She showed hubby the baby. And then my turn. I couldn't believe how much detail I could see. Way more than you can see on the printed picture. I saw the heart fluttering away. I even saw the little fingers.
The technician had a hard time getting a good shot because the baby kept moving around. Hyper like daddy ;)
I'm so happy the baby is doing well. With each test and doctor's visit "Peanut" seems more of a reality.
Next time, I'm asking my doctor to recommend a different clinic!!! Hopefully, baby will be active again and we can see if its a boy or a girl!
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