Well, folks, I’ve decided to push the BS of my family drama out of my head for a bit, so I ordered a doppler. Now being roughly the size of a young orca and being only 13 weeks pregnant, I didn’t really expect to hear anything, yet. But, I was so hoping.
So, I picked it up from the post office yesterday morning, and it sat in my car ALL DAY. It was a long day. But finally, I got to go home and get ready to try it out. I laid down on the bed, gooped up the end of the probe and started searching, and searching, and searching. I tried pushing harder, not pushing harder. I tried moving my fat, I tried going through the fat. I found my heartbeat in my hip, but nothing like the speed racer heartbeat that we heard at the RE’s office. SO BUMMED.
Then… G came in and wanted to give it a go. Literally, it took him 15 seconds and he found it. Right where I had been looking. “It’s all in the angle” says the man who didn’t even know what a doppler was before I had brought this one home. I tried again, nothing. He tried again, instant. Mother Fucker! That’s right, we have a Daddy’s boy/girl on our hands here, folks! We laughed a little about the baby preferring G and listened for a little while longer, we both cried, of course. It was magic. Pure magic. I can’t imagine going back to not being able to hear it.
* Side Note: I was able to find it myself this morning. It took me a lot longer than it took him, but I did find it. This morning the baby must have been moving, though, because it would get really loud, then quieter, like (s)he moved further away, then loud again. Magic.