I love them! I do. I take this two block stroll down the hill, hop on the elevator, pee in a cup, and then chill in the waiting room for a little while. And I really mean little while. This practice is magical and only once in the three years that I've gone there have I waited longer than 15 minutes to see the doctor.
Then I toddle into the room and they congratulate me for gaining weight (!) and I show my tummy and we listen to the heartbeat and I just swoon. It makes me so crazy happy and teary and giggly.
She pointed a few inches below my belly button (which is rapidly disappearing, by the way) and said, "That's where your baby likes to hang out."
Hang out! Just kickin back, sippin a cold one, enjoying the Rice Krispies treats I gobble.
The heartbeat is perfect, apparently, and in the 150's. I don't think I'll ever get over the craziness of putting this little wand on my belly and hearing THAT. Right there, super close all the time, shaking a leg. Man.
Of course, I made the doctor take a guess on the gender.
"You know, I'm pretty good at guessing. I usually get a really strong feeling from the mom, one way or the other. And with you...you could be having either!"
"But, if I HAD to guess...I'd guess boy."
Which is where I'm still landing these days, too. (Sorry, MIL...)
But of course I don't have a clue. And won't until TUESDAY. Tuesday! So close, yet so far away.
SO. Spill, people. Whaddaya think I'm cookin'?