Heart Beat!

Yesterday we heard the baby's heart beat for the first time!

We arrived at the doctor's office and sat in a large room full of women in various states of pregnancy. Most of the women had their "man" in tow. We all took turns inspecting our shoes and generally not making eye contact with anyone - afraid to get caught staring. The reception room was noticeably devoid of any men's magazines and was of the style that said chic and functional at the same time. After 20 minutes we were called into the exam room where Lisa had her blood pressure and weight recorded. Then we settled in for the doctor to arrive. There were at least a dozen rooms - some with screaming children behind them - where doctors were doing their work, so our wait took close to another 20-25 minutes.

The doctor entered with his notebook size laptop computer and sat down. He spoke more to the computer while reviewing Lisa's file than he did to us. Instantly, I didn't like him - and then he spoke. He rather spoke down to us in a distant I-don't-care-if-you-listen-but-I-am-going-to-say-it-anyway tone of voice about not wanting an amniocentesis. Then I was sure of it - I didn't like this guy; there was such a complete lack of warm I thought we were outside. This guy is not going to deliver Smudge.

The doctor - although lacking any real bedside manner or even a personality - found Smudge in, well, a heart beat, and there was a fast whooshing sound coming through the monitor, 150 beats per minute. My google research this moring says that the Old Wives tale of a high heart beat is a sign of a girl. The fact from the myth bears no weight to this at all (sorry, all you old wives).

When we left the office Lisa and I both agreed that the doctor, and the office as a whole, was not worthy of our time. Ugh - more doctor shopping.

Although the last four month have been quiet for us there is noise - beautiful noise - to be heard!