I had my second appointment with my midwife, P. I love her, seriously. I walked in and she asked if I feel as good as I look, because apparently, today, I looked GREAT! Well, my response was no, but I looked good because I barfed right before we left the house. (True, it gives you a rosy glow, gross, I know.) Seeing her is like visiting a friend. Its always pleasant and I usually laugh a lot.
Towards the end she asked if I wanted t try to hear the baby's heartbeat. "Since you are so thin, there is a good chance we can." Of course, but not expecting too much Gwennie was a pain to find even at 11 weeks, and I am only 8 weeks and like 2/3 days. I climbed up on the table, and she squirted the goo on my belly and then started slowly moving the doppler. We heard me, loud and clear. Then, leaning towards my left, she said "OH! Do you hear it? (pause) Oh the baby moved!" Then she found it again while the student midwife held the speaker part and then they let me hear the oh-so-faint whoosh-whoosh noise. It was amazing.
It makes this all seem to real, and makes the puking feel like it might be worth it. (It still sucks, let me tell you, but in 8 more months, when I am holding this little babe... it will all seem worth it.)