Two very reassuring signs that all is well with this pregnancy.  The spotting that freaked me out was very insignificant, and by the time I made it to the OB’s office yesterday, I felt guilty for even being there.  I felt like I should have the Niagara Falls of blood gushing down my legs to justify the intensity of terror that I was feeling.  One of the very good things that came out of my visit though was that I LOVE my OB’s office.  The doctor I met with was BEYOND helpful and reassuring, and even went out of his way to convince me that I did the right thing by coming in (although I know deep down I was no different to him than the millions of other paranoid freak first time pregnant women he’s dealt with).

My husband came along, and even though I wanted to strangle him for telling me to just “calm down”, I knew he was just as scared as I was.  Not only did he do a remarkable job maintaining his calm demeanor as another man shoved foreign objects up my vagina in front of him, but he also managed to hold back the majority of his OCD and germaphobe fueled comments and questions.  He admitted to me at lunch after the appointment that he was really concerned that the speculum hadn’t been cleaned properly.  He asked if I could feel if it was dirty, and confessed that he was “this close” to asking the doctor if he had sterilized that since the last patient!  And I assure you this was a visibly reputable establishment.  I didn’t go meet up with some hillbilly doctor in the back of his Chevy El Camino.

The paranoia worked in our favor this time.  We got to see our first glimpse of the teensy, tiny, itty- bitty life growing inside of me.  We couldn’t see a heartbeat yet, but the doctor assured us that everything was looking just right for how far along I am.  And now I’m going to do that thing that all new soon to be mothers do that the rest of the never been pregnant world can’t understand, nor is interested in.  I’m going to show you my ultrasound picture….and you most likely will cock your head to the side, try for half a second to figure out where the hell the baby is, and move on…that’s okay.  I want to show it anyway.

Awwww!!!  Okay, now that that is out of my system ( at least for a few more weeks) I will end this entry by saying that it’s crazy how much you WANT to feel sick when you are pregnant.  Not that I enjoy it.  I personally despise feeling like I need to puke all the time, and that I may pass out at any moment from the insane dizzy spells I’ve been having lately, but it tells me that there indeed is some foreign body growing in me that is so healthy that even at the size of an apple seed it has the power to make me see stars when I stand up too quickly and to make me dry heave at the mere thought of certain smells.

My final sign of reassurance at my appointment came as we were checking out.  The receptionist had some of those Rocher chocolates on her counter for the patients, and I thought I should try to eat one since I was feeling so dizzy.  As soon as I bit into it, I discretely spit it right back out.  NO amount of hunger or dizziness could have made that chocolate taste good to me.  Now that, my friends, is all the evidence in the world that I need to let me know someone else has taken over my body – the fact that I would much rather have a fresh tomato or pickled okra over a whole box of chocolates.

7 thoughts on “We saw the baby, and I don’t like chocolate…”

  1. Fellow nestie here…mostly a lurker…I have been following your blog and I am so excited for you! Just wanted to share that and say Best of Luck!

  2. Congrats! Glad to hear things are going well, and there’s going to be that much more chocolate avail. for those of us that AREN’T pregnant!

  3. I’m so glad that your appointment went well and you got to see the little yolk sac. I think it’s a nice rite of passage for the husbands to experience the transvaginal ultrasound. Mine found it very alarming and even more alarming when I told him it was much less painful than having my eyebrows waxed. 🙂

  4. Thanks girls! Callie, my husband asked if it hurt and I said, “Honey, if something like that were that painful, it’s doubtful I’d be pregnant in the first place.” : )

  5. I wonder if guys are just intimidated by the *ahem* length of the transvaginal ultrasound wand! I know my husband’s eyes got huge when they pulled that thing out! hee hee. I’m also completely off chocolate (at 8 weeks now), which is completely unlike me. My thing right now is fruit. Can’t get enough of it.
    Love your blog!

  6. Hi, from the nest! Believe me, I completely know how you feel about being worried about every little thing. I second guess every cramp, gas bubble, and stomach ache. I’m reading Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy and she talks about how worried we are with our pregnancies and how we don’t even know what worried is, because we will REALLY worry once the little one is out! Just letting you know, I’m right there with you!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

  • Those sleepy eyes 😍 He was channeling his inner koala. @sandiegozoo
  • Is there anything sweeter than a baby who learns to wave hi and then greets every single person, car, dog, and tree with a smile? #wallaceaustin
  • These two are #brothergoals ❤️❤️ Also? @kampgroundsofamerica jumping pillows are Playground #GOALS
  • Oh. Ok, handsome. 😍
  • There are so many fresh faces here, and I’m thrilled! My 15 month old is currently napping ON ME so I thought I’d use this as an opportunity to introduce myself and share more about Baby Rabies to you newcomers. 🤗 👋🏻 I’m Jill Krause, mom of 4 (nearly 10 year old son Kendall, 7 year old daughter Leyna, 4.5 year old son Lowell- we call him LoLo a lot, and 15 month old son Wallace). I’m married to Scott, my college sweetheart- MIZZOU 🐯 👶

Baby Rabies is what happens when your baby fever is incurable. And that’s what happened to me 11 years ago when I bought BabyRabies.com and decided to blog anonymously about my secret and sudden obsession with conceiving my first baby. 👬🤱 The logo is a play on a positive pregnancy test, but we love and embrace all kinds of families and caregivers around here, no matter how they came together. 💖

It is my greatest wish that this space is inclusive and supportive and uplifting, without feeling sanctimonious or void of humor. We don’t take ourselves too seriously. We are always open to improving ourselves, but perfection is never the goal. 🏞

I’m currently traveling the country in an RV with my husband and 4 kids. We sold our dream house last year to find our dream life. We are documenting that at @happy.loud.life So if you see pictures pop up and wonder why we spend so much time in an RV or why our baby has, like, 4 outfits, or why we seem to go on a ton of vacations- that’s why. 😆 ❓

Are you new here? I’d love if you’d introduce yourself below! ✨
  • I could hug whoever invented the puddle jumper floaties. Kids have no idea the torture we endured with blow up floatie wings back in the day. I can still smell the plastic and hear the awful noise they made when you had to take them off after you got wet.
  • Spring training for summer starts now. 🌞
  • Pic unrelated, but it's a cute baby and the thing I want to tell you about is super relevant if you're into babies! Tonight is the countdown to make sure you name is in for the over $3000 in awesomeness that one lucky someone is going to get! Follow the link in our bio before midnight tonight to see what's up! 🙌🏻❤️⬅️