I had my first prenatal appointment with my family physician today. I had not seen my family physician since last summer, when I cried on her exam table after she asked how the fertility treatments were going. My demeanor at today's appointment was different. She was very excited for Mr. A and I and visibly disappointed to have to refer me to an OB in FTT (fertility treatment town - where I will be working until November). It's nice to be loved! She spent quite a bit of time with me doing a physical and talking about the screening tests and the next steps. She said that normally, she follows pregnant women until week 24 and then refers to an OB. When I told her that Dr. RE suggested an OB was probably best sooner than later, she got on it right away. I still have an appointment to see her in 1 month, but if the OB's office calls before that, I will just cancel my appointment with her and start with the OB. I somehow don't think I'll get to see an OB within the next month (this is Canada folks: free health care = awesome, and free health care = waiting).
My doctor had a doppler but said right off the bat that it wasn't very sensitive. She usually only hears heartbeats of 11 week old fetuses and up. She heard one of 10 weeks recently (I'm at 9w2d), so she was willing to try, but at the condition that I wouldn't get anxious if we didn't hear anything. She poked around for a long time, but alas, it couldn't be detected. Yes, I could get anxious about that if I let myself, but that would be ridiculous (please also remind me of this in your comments). The instrument isn't sensitive enough to pick up the heartbeat of such a young fetus.
I found it interesting that they made me pee in a bottle today. Oh look, there is hcg in my urine! I guess they were being thorough. The nurse took my blood pressure (a-ok) and weighed me. I weighed a pound more than the last time I weighed myself (2 weeks ago) and pretty much the same as pre-transfer. I think the extra pound was all constipation. That is the new symptom this week, along with heartburn. Poor digestive tract. It's really struggling.
It was great to walk out of the doctor's office. I was back in Pleasantville, which is where I like to be. The sun was shining, something we haven't really seen in weeks. And I had just spent an hour talking my pregnancy. What. my. pregnancy. Yes. I had been thinking of Bunny all day, since this is the day that Bun Bun is coming to the light of day, and I suddenly felt my heart fill with substantial hope. This happens. People have fertility treatments and get pregnant and have babies. This really happens. Maybe it's even happening to me.