Can I start by showing you the vitamins I have to take every morning?
2 mega doses of folic acid; 1 calcium + vitamin D; 1 iron; 1 baby aspirin (for a blood clotting condition I have); 2 stool softeners; and 2 heartburn tablets. BLECH.
I had my 12-week appointment last week. The nurse practitioner spent about five minutes looking for the baby’s heartbeat and couldn’t find it. I’ll admit it. I kind of freaked out. In my three other pregnancies, they’ve always found the heartbeat right away at my 12-week appointment.
It took about two minutes for the OB to come in. In that two minutes I had already begun to mourn our dead baby and to visualize our future as a family of four and no more because I have told Kevin if anything happens this pregnancy, I am not I repeat NOT going through this ever again. Pregnancy is hell, and I’ve already visited hell more times than I’ve visited somewhere nice, like Hawaii.
Anyway, it took the OB another minute to also not find the heartbeat with the doppler or whatever it’s called.. I made Kevin get the box of Kleenex, as could feel the tears right there.. My OB fired up the ultrasound machine and lo and behold…
IT LIVES!!! (The baby, that is.)
There was much rejoicing. At lunch afterwards we decided It needs a code name. Vincenzo was known as Superfly in utero and Rocco was previously Mbungo, just to let you know where we’re coming from.
Jesus (since Kevin claims the baby died for a couple minutes in the OB’s office then came back to life)
Barfy (can be changed to Barferella if needed)
Hercules (which I guess could be changed to Herculella?)
Pat (SNL’s version of a gender neutral name)
What do you think—is there a winner here or do you have something better?