The doctor's appointment went great. I was a nervous wreck leading up to it (as usual) but it was all for nothing (as usual).
We went over the normal stuff - history, medications, bloodwork requisitions, instructions, etc. Then Dr. R did a quick heart and blood pressure check - all normal. She gave me some papers to book my 18-20 week ultrasound and some information on the hospital where I will give birth. Then she pulled out the piece de la resistance: The fetal doppler. I was a little scared - okay make that very scared - that she wouldn't find Scrappy's heartbeat because it was too early. And even though I was fully aware that even if she didn't find it, it didn't necessarily mean bad news, I knew I would have freaked right out anyway.
She found it. It took a couple of minutes but she was patient and eventually we heard it. A beautiful, perfect heartbeat. It was quiet and sounded distant, but Dr. R said that was only because the baby is small and tucked in my pelvis and that her doppler wasn't great at amplifying the sound. Scrappy's heart rate was a lovely 160 bpm. Dr. R said that it was perfect.
I said, "So. I'm 10 weeks 3 days and we heard a strong heartbeat of 160. Does this mean I don't need to worry today?"
Dr. R replied, "I don't think you don't need to worry at all."
A tall order, but I'm really going to give it a sporting try.