You're 'Bout Half Way There

I've always considered myself a late bloomer. I don't necessarily procrastinate, but things, events just seem to happen to me after they've happened to everyone else I know and I am totally oblivious as they are happening to me. I begin this blog with the date Monday, December 29, 2008.

After having worrisome feelings that I might have some sort of fibroid tumor or ovarian cyst the size of huge meatball, I scheduled an appointment with my gynecologist or whoever was available to see me after the holidays. My 11:15am appointment was suppose to reveal that everything was fine and that I may need an ultrasound to find out exactly what this bulge in my lower abdomen was. Did I think that perhaps it could be another life form? Nooooo. There was no way I was about to have a child.

So after an exam, my doctors confirms there is something there, hinting "it feels like a uterus." Why did she have to say that, sending my head spinning while laying up on that exam table? So she comes back in with her sonogram wand, listening for a possible ...... heartbeat! I get the cool gel and she mushes the instrument on the right side of my belly. Funny, I never used to use that word until now. And we hear static underwater current-like sounds and I can see her searching with her eyes for a sound. Nothing. Then she switches sides to the left and there it was. The muffled "wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow" of my child's heart beating. "That's not you, that's baby," she concluded and my mind was racing.

She leaves the room to set up an appointment for an ultrasound and all the other tests will be needed in the coming weeks. I'm still sitting on the exam table in my gown, in utter shock and disbelief while I hear here talking to nurses on the phone. She comes back into the room and tells me she thought I'd have my clothes on by now, but the moment was a lot to take in. Then I asked her how far along did she think I was thinking like 8 or 9 weeks, right? "Your about 20 weeks." My bottom lip and jaw are in my lap as I realize a full pregnancy is 40 weeks. "Yeah, you're 'bout half way there."