I walked in, signed my name on the check-in sheet and had a seat. They called me to the window and handed me a form to fill out, mainly about family and personal history and such. I quickly jotted the information down and took it back up. Then the waiting began. I blame myself for getting there almost a half hour early but hey, I was excited.
Finally, the nurse came to the door and called my name. Yes, she pronounced it right...lol. After years of being called Kristen, it was shocking to hear. Anyway, she had me verify my date of birth and handed me a cup for a urine sample. I went into the bathroom, did my business and washed my hands.
There's something about a mirror with me. As I was washing my hands, I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror...and the tears started flowing. Not to mention the fact that I'm already naturally a sensitive person who will cry over almost anything...but add a bunch of extra hormones into the mix and you have nothing but a blubbering MESS!
I finally got myself together and walked into the exam room. The nurse and a student nurse came in and asked me several questions: How had I been feeling...was I keeping food down...did I have any questions...etc. Then I was given a gown and instructed to change and they'd be back to check on me. The gown...hahaha...the gown. It was definately "one size fits..." well lets just say...NOT ME! I looked like a Barbie in babydoll clothing. WAY. TOO. BIG. And yes, I know it wasn't a fashion show and yes, they are doctors that see this kind of stuff every day but when my boobs are hanging out of the arm holes, we've got ourselves a serious problem. So I covered and tucked and situated as best I could and waited for the nurse to come back in with the doctor.
So here's Baby Scott at 9 weeks! So exciting!
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