My lovely wife is sitting beside me talking nonstop about how she needs to pee. I say "go pee." She replies that they're going to need a "sample" and she'll just wait. I'm sure those babies resting on her bladder can't be much fun. Great. Now I have to pee just thinking about it. Wonder if anybody wants my sample?
This office is kind of plain. Yellow walls, brown chairs, black and white photos of babies. The decor is calming. They say music soothes the savage beast. I guess yellow soothes the pregnant woman. Whatever works. They put us in room 9. It's an exam room where they check on my wife's progress and talk about the pregnancy. I'm sitting in a chair in the corner that has a curtain hanging down that you can pull around and enclose yourself from the things the daddy doesn't need to see. Karyn has taken her spot on the exam table (seat thing) with stirrups. Man, I'm glad I'm a man right now. Always, but more than ever at this moment. I have great respect for what is happening.
The nurse checked her blood pressure, listened to her heart, and weighed her. They stuck her finger for the 2nd trimester screening. The 1st trimester screen was negative! YAY!! Thank You God. The nurse asked if there were any issues with Isaiah. My wife said no. I said there's one thing. He has the biggest, bluest eyes you've ever seen and can get anything he wants from anyone he meets. That, of course, is not what she meant. My wife told me that if I didn't stop joking so much, I wouldn't be invited to the next visit. Hormones.. *shrug*.
The doctor came in and we listened to heartbeats. They sound great. He said everything looks normal. Our next appointment is September 9th at 8:30. That's when we'll find out the sex of the babies. The wait is on!!! It's going to be a long 4 weeks. I can't wait to blog about it. If I'm allowed to come back. :)