4 Weeks in a Morning

Today marks the one year anniversary of my first doctor's appointment when I was pregnant. Greg and I arrived at the OBGYN's office not knowing what to expect. We thought that we were 8 weeks along. Because of my "AMA" (Advanced Maternal Age, yes that is really what they call it), we were told that we could do testing for various birth defects when I was 12 weeks along. I had an internal ultrasound (yep, nobody fully explained what this was before I had it done, and I wish they had) and instead of Little Pea being in the 5mm range which is typical for 8 week old fetuses, he was 36mm. Which meant that I was in fact 12 weeks along. So instead of having 4 weeks to make the decision on testing, we had about 5 minutes. We decided to get the tests and there just happened to be an opening for an external ultrasound (which is a MUCH more pleasant experience) in a couple of hours. So off Greg and I went to McDonald's to get me some OJ to make the baby dance. I had two ultrasounds in 3 hours. And I progressed 4 weeks through my pregnancy in one morning. Which is nice because I was dreading another 4+ weeks of morning sickness, and the thought of having 4 weeks taken off of this miserable state made me happy. I will never forget that day for many reasons. How crazy that is has been a year already!