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Sometimes I just get mad.

I am not a happy bunny today.

I had a doctor's appointment last week to have some moles checked (pregnancy makes all sorts of stuff go wonky, moles being one of them). The doctor mentioned that it was time to have my 25 week checkup and had me book an appointment for today. I asked him what the appointment would cover, and he replied that it was just a general checkup.

I got there this morning, he checked my blood pressure and asked if the baby was very active, all normal stuff, but then he asked me to hop up on the examining table. As this was a first, I asked what for. He said "to hear the heartbeat of the baby".

!!!

Had he told me last week that this would be the first appointment at which we would hear the baby's heartbeat, Himself would have taken the morning off work. That way, he could have been there for this milestone. Pardon me if I'm sounding a little overdramatic about it, but Himself has been there for all the firsts. He was there for the first scan, he felt her move before anyone else, he was there when we found out the sex... he should have been there when we heard her heartbeat.

I managed not to cry, but it was a close run thing. It's a shame all around, Himself not being there sort of ruined it for me. I mean, it was still incredible to hear her little heart going a mile a minute, but all I could think of was the Himselflessness of the moment.

I have another appointment in three weeks, and the doctor said that from now until she's on the outside we'll hear the heartbeat at every appointment, so Himself is going to try to get that day off. It still won't make up for it, but he's still excited to hear her. I just wish he could have today.

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  1. Anonymous1 July 2011 at 00:53

    I'm sorry to hear that :( Paul Wall should back hand the doctor and file for malpractice.

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  2. Anonymous1 July 2011 at 00:53

    (Jokes.)

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