Today's doctor's appointment went well. It was mostly a Q&A session on my part - I came in with a lengthly list of questions for poor Dr. R. But she was very patient and answered each and every one of them and didn't make me feel rushed.
Scrappy's beautiful heartbeat was a robust 164 bpm. Dr. R actually suggested that we get a fetal doppler as she thinks it will help with my anxieties. I might just do that.
Dr. R is sending me for an ultrasound on Thursday to check my "cervical length". Because of having a previous miscarriage, I was concerned about having an incompetent cervix and she wanted to put my fears at ease. I believe there is a very minimal chance that there is actually something wrong with my cervix, but it can't hurt to check things out. Better safe than sorry. Plus, we might just get another quick peek at the kiddo, which would be great.
Only one teeny tiny piece of unfortunate news came of out today's exam, and really it's not a big deal at all. I asked Dr. R if she thought they would tell us the baby's gender at our ultrasound on March 25th and she said absolutely not. In Canada, we have a law in place that states that couples cannot find out the sex of their baby until they are at least 20 weeks along in their pregnancy*. Well, I will only be 19w2d when we have our ultrasound and apparently they won't budge. I thought maybe we'd have some wiggle room since we conceived by IVF but no go. Ah well. She says that we can call her office after we're past the 20 week mark and find out over the phone. I'm still hoping that by some miracle, we'll find out at the ultrasound.
It's not that we care if it's a boy or a girl - I just want to go shopping!
*The reason we have this crazy law in Canada is because there are a lot of different religious and cultural groups in this country that will abort their babies if they find out they're having a girl. While I don't think this happens often, apparently it happens often enough that they had to make a strict law about it. 20 weeks is the official cut-off time for having an abortion. Horrible, I know.