At least while I am busy growing a human 
I apologize for my lack of updates lately… but Thing is literally sucking the life out of me (which is fine, because it means its giving him life so that more important than my energy!)
So today I am 9 weeks and 4 days. Jason and I had our first ultrasound on Thursday which had to be in the top 5 worst experiences of my life. From what we could see (because we weren’t really allowed to look at the screen according to the tech) the baby looks good, measured right on track and had a heartbeat of 170 bpm. The 10 second glance I did get, the goober was wiggling around and looked like a little gummy bear!! It was the most precious 10 seconds of my life though, I will tell you that.
So anyway… this is why my ultrasound experience was horrible. Her first question was “So why are you here?” and at that point I should have known this was going to be bad…
First off, they wouldn’t let Jason video tape the ultrasound. Yes, I understand all about HIPPA laws and such… but the tech didn’t need to be a complete witch about it. At least I asked and didn’t demand!! So I asked how many photos would we get and if she could try her hardest to get a really good one since we really wanted to put it on our Christmas card. To this, she explains that the printer in broken so even *if* it was “standard procedure” to send new parents home with a photo of their goober.. they couldn’t do it that day. Hmmm..
So she goes on the explain that they have 1 machine with a working printer and she could try to sneak us in that room. So I shut up, and continue to strain my neck (as did Jason) just to get a glimpse of the bean since the tech wouldn’t let us see the screen. She takes one measurement of the baby, tells us I am 9 weeks and 1 day (which I was) and the proceeds to try and find my ovaries. Thats right… she spent 1 minute on the baby and 10 on my ovaries. HUH!?!?! Hello lady… my ovaries have been my life for 18 months!! I don’t need to see them anymore!!
So while she’s starring my ovaries, Jason and I are telling her about our IF journey and how much we have been through to have this baby. I get dressed and ask if she can check that other room, and if need be we could wait a while until it was free. She popped her head back in the room as coldly says ‘No pictures today… we’ll see if you can’t get one or two at your 20 week scan… its not that far away.” Ummm a) YES IT IS THAT FAR AWAY and b) I will NEVER get to see the goober in this form again so how dare you tell me I can wait!! This is a moment I will NEVER get back… EVER.
So I leave, in tears of course. I proceed to call my doctor and his nurse (aka my awesome aunt Kathy!) is livid at the situation. She calls the radiology center and explains how upset I was and someone there (I assume the practice manager) agrees and says to have my come back immediately and they will redo the scan and get me some photos. So I do just that. But then the same tech walks out from the back (hell to the no am I letting this chick near me again.. for her safety’s sake and my freedom’s sake) and she says they found a way to print a photo for me. She says she saw me crying outside but had no clue why (!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!) So here.. is the one photo of the goober we have.. and it’ll have to last for 11 weeks UGH!!’
Other than that.. not much else going on. I am spending my days working and sleeping, and not much else!!!
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