When I woke up this morning, I realized that half my weird freaking out problem most likely stemmed from the fact that today marks the one year anniversary of having surgery last year.  Same hospital, different doctor.  My inpatient room was just two floors above where my new doctor’s office is.  Even after a year of going there, during portions of which we were there nearly every day, I still get a little uncomfortable in the Margot Perot Center for Women & Infants.

ANYWAY.

We had to drive separately to the hospital this morning because Joey’s heading up north for a day or so (lucky), and I kept having to tell myself to SIMMER DOWN WOMAN as I drove in.  Except this year, we got to turn left into the parking lot instead of going straight down to the Labor & Delivery entrance.

We walked in, sat down, and I fidgeted like a crazy woman.  Right after we signed in, though, I discovered a CANDY JAR.  I took like fives pieces of candy and sat down to look at a magazine.  Joey handed me a baby magazine and I looked at it like it was covered in mold and smelled like peanut butter (I hate peanut butter right now, it’s so sad) and said, “I don’t look at baby magazines, remember?”

But he put it on my lap and returned to flipping through Time.

I figured, what could it hurt, it might actually be GOOD for me…and I cracked the cover of the magazine.

It was pretty lame, mostly ads.  But I did it.  And you know what?  It did not kill me.

FINALLY the sonographer called us back.  I was terrified, my heart rate was through the roof.  We’re so used to IVF sonograms that we were totally thrown for a loop when she whipped out the regular pregnant-lady wand, THE KIND THAT GOES ON YOUR STOMACH, and I almost cried just from the sheer relief of being far enough along to have a real pregnant-lady sonogram.

And the sonogram?  It was just fine.  It was great, actually.  The little munchkin is really wild, it was flipping around and doing the worm, and kicking and punching all over the place.  We even got a DVD, which I am so excited about.  Joey’s going to edit out the “boring” parts and I’ll be sure to post the wild child’s highlights.

Oh – did I mention we have a thumb sucker?  We do.

I have never been so relieved in my entire life, and I really don’t think that is much of an exaggeration.

After the sonogram, we went over to my OBs office to get my labs drawn before we could go.  Another guy about our age was sitting in the waiting room, and he struck up a conversation with us, which totally weirded Joey and I out.  We’ve spent the last 6 months in the waiting room of an infertility clinic, and TRUST ME, you do not talk to the people in that waiting room.

Your conversation would be something like this.  “So…what’s wrong with you, why can’t you have kids?”

“Oh, well, I have Stage 4 Endometriosis and some other things too.  How’s about you?”

Depressing.  So you learn early on that infertiles don’t speak to one another.  It’s a silent code that everyone just abides by.

Anyway, this guy was like “ARE YOU EXCITED! DID YOU HAVE A SONOGRAM!  WAS IT CUTE?!  MY WIFE IS 10 WEEKS!  IT’S GREAT!”

And we just looked at him with big eyes trying to figure out if HE was abnormal, or if WE were abnormal.  We were also having a hard time politely returning the questions because we are so used to not asking that it was hard to figure out what normal people talk about.

Both Joey and I were kind of relieved when he got called back to go with his wife.  He was making us tired.

We walked out of the hospital today much different than when we walked in today; we survived.  Our baby is still in there and alive.  I think we’re all gonna make it.