Baby is alive and kicking. And flipping around. And moving his/her arms around. And has a great heartbeat (165bpm). It measured ahead by a few days: today is 12w1d, and he/she measured 12w5d.
Another long wait before my turn, and how grateful was I to have ignored their directives to start drinking water one hour ahead of he appointment. I ended up waiting 45 minutes in the waiting room, so I would have had to do something with all that extra fluid in the mean time. Like cry. Or drool (thanks Pumpkin). No need, I simply started drinking 30 minutes ahead of my appointment and so it was all tolerable. As for the crying, that happened anyway. The technician put the probe on my abdomen and didn't say a bloody word (and I couldn't see the screen). Here's a reenactment:
u/s tech: [silence]
A: (in her most feeble voice - choking on her words)...is it still alive?
u/s tech: (in a bubbly voice as if to say the sky is still blue) Oh yeah!
u/s tech: there are some tissues right there...and now I'm going to cry too.
This u/s gave me a lot of confidence. Gummy bear seemed so strong, so much his or her own person. Gummy looked so comfortable in there, just chillin' by (in) the pool, looking for someone to bring him or her a virgin mojito.
It's a glorious day, women. Thank you for celebrating with me.