I met with my OB again today, it was scheduled for Friday, but I had to bring it forward as we’ve emergency training all morning. I walked to his second office from my only office, slowly, as it was a bit hot, predicted to hit 40c, it only got to 32c.
My blood pressure was boringly normal, as normal. He then ran an ultrasound over my tummy and woke Peanut up, much to his/her disgust, as we got another indignant leg stretch, which made the OB laugh. After 5 minutes of prodding and poking, he declared himself satisfied with the baby, saying that everything looked beautiful.
After talking to me about my spotting and UTI, he tutted when I told him the GP had worried me about losing Peanut. Our next appointment is the 20 week scan, where the image is a lot clearer than the one in the OB rooms. The picture I brought home today is more than a bit fuzzy. You can tell it’s a baby if you hold it at arm’s length and squint, like you’re looking at a magic eye picture.