After a tension filled afternoon of delays and frustration (while I had thought to ask if they had an ultrasound machine in the office, I didn’t know I needed to ask if they USED it) we finally had our appointment and a (sort of black market) ultrasound and EVERYTHING LOOKS GOOD!
The new practice is ok — a bit uptight and LOUSY at staying on schedule — but the doctor we saw today was spectacular. Dr. Grrrreat was friendly, compassionate, totally welcoming of Cait, and supportive of our panic. When she saw how distraught we were at the possibility of waiting for a sonogram, she snuck us into the ultrasound room and did it herself, although she advised us, “I’m not a pro with this machine.” And she wasn’t, but she was so sweet and finally able to get it to cooperate. We saw a very fuzzy Harpo*, the heartbeat, and some movement. THAT was way cool.
She was so awesome that she scheduled us for a REAL ultrasound next week, too, even though we’ve had way more than the norm for her practice. So, YAY Dr. Grrrreat and YAY! YAY! YAY! Harpo! Keep on growing and beating and jumping!
*Should I decide to switch careers again, I am definitely avoiding ultrasonography. The doctor and Cait were all like, “Oh, yeah, there it is! Wow!” and I was having a Rachel-from-Friends moment.