Today at 3:15 we went for our first appointment. I have to say, despite feeling rushed by both the fact that I left work at 2:45, had to go get Tim, and rush all the way out to Bedford combined with my RE kind of blowing me off, today was a good day. I can finally relax a little and really enjoy all the things to come. So we get there , wait in the waiting room for about 15 minutes, then they call us back. I emptied my bladder, undressed from the waist down, and waited another 15 minutes for Dr. Kathy to show up. Now I can tell you, 15 minutes has a way of crawling by when you you're a worrier. A 15 minute wait can compell you to jump head first into the "what if" game. What if they don't see anything? What if the baby doesn't have a heart beat? What if....?? I went on and on both in my head and outloud. Tim dismissed the ones that I made auditory and calmly flipped through the sports section of a newspaper that they dr's office had made available. I asked him how can he be so calm at a time like this? His simple reply, " I don't think about all of those things. This is going to go right for us." I guess he was on to something. It did.

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