first doctor appt

Yesterday was my first actual doctors appt. It went well. I was nervous about seeing a male gyno, but he appears to be a really good doctor and I wasn’t as uncomfortable with him as I thought I would be. Okay so I didn’t want to spread my legs….. he kept saying a little more, a little more, he was surely getting only a little more each time he said that, like along the lines of 1 cm more. But we got through it, me feeling like I had to pee the entire time. I have a fibroid pushing on my bladder I found out yesterday. So by the time he was done doing the ultrasound I was ready to pee my pants on the floor and strangle him because it was so uncomfortable. We’ll be watching that – hopefully it’s nothing major. I’m the world’s biggest worrier so of course I’m terrified of anything little thing that’s not exactly right. On a better note, the ultrasound was fun as always, getting to see baby in there. I didn’t see my son until I was about 5 months along, so it was neat to see the baby at only 7 or 8 weeks yesterday. I say 7 or 8 because he thinks we may be a week off so I may only be 7 weeks along instead of 8. I’m going back in 2 weeks to do another ultrasound and hopefully get a better idea of how far along I actually am. My last normal period was late, so it’s possible we are a little off. I have no morning sickness so that’s always a plus while being pregnant – I feel for those of you who are sick on top of being pregnant. I LOVE being pregnant, but the depression sucks! Hopefully I can kick these crappy feelings soon.

On another note……… did I get any sleep last night……. better than the night before, but not the greatest. First of all, my husband and I are going to have to do something about our sleep schedules. I go to bed at 9 pm and usually fall asleep fast at that time. If I get woke up after I fall asleep the first time I’m screwed. Which is exactly what happens because he’ll come to bed much later and then I spend the rest of the night trying to get comfortable again and trying to settle down again and go to sleep. Ugggg…….. When I finally did go back to sleep I woke up at exactly 1:12, my husband was telling me something in his sleep and I had to pee. I don’t know why but I wake up every night at 1:12 – what the heck is up with that! So after being awake once again – I was completely screwed for the remainder of the night, I spent my time tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling and thinking (aaaah thinking…… it’s what I do best and usually end up doing too much of). But(!) NO dogs last night! Yeah!