Today, our little peapod is officially 12 weeks and 2 days. My, how the time flies when you're puking every day.
I swear now that it is my second pregnancy, I've suddenly joined a secret club at my doctor's office. On my first visit to confirm that I'm pregnant, the nurses were uber friendly. Almost to the point of bringing on more nausea. My favorite nurse, Maria, filled out all the paperwork (apparently Pregnancy Brain Mush begins earlier second time around) and chatted with me for a good half hour. When my doctor came in, he actually made conversation with me rather than the usual instructions on how to put my feet in the stirrups.
The second checkup, which was yesterday, went just as peachy. Now I'm called "sweety" and "honey". I waited five minutes to get into a room. The nurse checked for the heartbeat, which was located quickly, much to my delight, and the doctor was in to see me, poked my tummy once and I was on my merry way. He even said I'm his easiest patient. That's exactly what a mommy-to-be wants to hear!
Not sure what I did to deserve this royal treatment but it is a far cry from the first pregnancy. The desk clerk, who was surely going to choke to death at the hands of some frazzled pregnant woman, if not by me, has even been...pleasant.
So now I imagine baby's birth day will be filled with rainbows, unicorns and lucky charms in the operating room. My doctor will sing, the nurses will hum and a great white light will emerge from my tummy as they deliver my newest angel.
That'll happen. Right?