Crazy Dreams!

The past 2 nights I've been dreaming about babies. I guess this is normal for a pregnant woman with hormones raging. The night before last, the baby was breastfeeding, I forgot to burp it and it spit up all over me. Then Chris picked it up and burped it, but it still threw up all over him...hehe. I know there was more going on in this dream, but I can't remember right now.

Last night I was with my sister, and her two perfect little boys. We were over at my grandmothers, and she was much younger in the dream, she was taking care of a little baby that belonged to my Uncle Marty. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to feed the kid tuna. The baby seemed to enjoy the tuna, but a few minutes later, the kid turned splotchy red and started swelling up. I was well aware that this reaction was an allergic one, and I knew I needed to get the baby to the hospital. Nobody else though seemed in much of a hurry to help me get the baby to the hospital. They wanted to wait and see if it went away. Jen and I packed up her kids, and took the little one on to the hospital. Right before I woke up, we walked into a huge hospital that looked remarkably like Seattle Grace (from Grey's Anatomy). At least we made it to the hospital...I woke up at this point and realized it was a dream.

All I can figure is that I'm scared of doing things wrong already, which I assume is pretty common. I know I'm gonna make mistakes, but I really don't want to!

Getting Started!

So this week I had my very first OB appointment! It was on Tuesday, Feb 1. After I finally found the doctor's office, I walked into the building and got on the elevator to go up to the very top floor (only 3 floors haha). When I entered my OB's suite, the waiting room was COMPLETELY FULL. It was so full it was terrifying. At this point in my life and career, I'm totally used to being by myself all day, all my conversations being online or on the phone. I thought I missed human interaction until this very moment, being surrounded by women with huge bellies and looking so miserable. I had wanted to make the best first impression with my doc, so I looked all cute with my normal jeans and super cute heels. I was SO out of place. I could feel the stares of the more pregnant women, who I know were thinking, "who are you coming in here like that?" But I shot them all looks back as to say, "I'm going to wear my cute clothes and heels for as long as I can hold out!" Anyway, I sat in a ridiculously crowded waiting room for 30 minutes past my appointment time, surrounded by loud women on their cell phones. Needless to say, this first experience in my new doctor's office left me feeling aggravated and unspecial. Thank goodness I brought one of the bride books and not a pregnancy book! I was halfway able to zone out and read my book and try not to listen to the stupid conversation the lady sitting beside me was having. The nurse finally called my name, well sort of...she got the first name right. Nobody can ever pronounce "Arndt" for some reason. So first thing, I go back with her to get on the scales...thanks to my high heels I couldn't see the number. Then she has me go in for a pee test...I mean urine sample. All typical stuff, that I expected right off. She takes me into a room, we go over some stuff, and she gives me this cute little package for new patients. At this point, I'm starting to feel better here, finally away from the mess in the waiting room. I had been hopeful before I got there that I would get some sort of ultrasound or something letting me know that my baby is ok and still in there. When she doesn't ask me to change into a gown though, I'm really relieved that I don't have to do anything important today. I finish with her, and the doctor comes in. He's a nice guy, seems willing to hang with me and answer my questions. Keep in mind that this is the first time I've met this guy. Some women are lucky enough to have their woman doctor also be their OB, but since we're doing the Army thing right now, all doctors are new to me. I've been worried about not liking my doctor since I chose him from the list they gave me at the Army health center. Of course it's not like I couldn't change if I didn't, but I'm just ready to get the ball rolling, and how can I do that if I keep switching doctors! Anyway, I talked to the doc for probably 20 minutes or so just discussing everything. He let me choose whether I wanted to do my first ultrasound at my next appointment in a month, or if I wanted to come back in 2 weeks to do it...I immediately choose 2 weeks. For you guys that don't know about my pregnancy yet, please don't feel left out. I'm trying really hard to wait to tell people after I see the baby and hear a heartbeat. I can't deal with everybody knowing if something horrible happens. And you are not alone, most of my family and Chris' family don't know yet either. It's making me crazy to wait, I'm so excited I want to tell everybody I see and talk to, especially my closest friends! So hopefully in 12 days, I can let you all know and feel comfortable with it. That's all I have for now, gotta go fill out the Baby Bump book Kim sent me while the first appointment is still on the brain!