Today, I received a call from my doctor's office telling me it would be necessary for me to reschedule my first appointment due to a change in the doc's schedule that morning. I was originally supposed to see her in just under two weeks on February 3rd, first thing in the morning. Now, we've got to wait another week for an appointment on Monday, February10th. It's difficult to schedule, because it's really important to Charlie (and to me) that he be there, but his schedule is much less flexible than mine. I have Mondays off of work, so it's perfect for me to go in on those days. On top of that, we can't plan for later in the day to better suit Charlie's after school schedule, because the doc's office closes at 3pm. Not super convenient...
I'm feeling pretty disappointed and really sad. I know I need to snap out of it, but I can't stop thinking about that appointment and our first opportunity to see the wee one (even though I know he/she will just look like a little jelly bean on a fuzzy screen). This appointment will certainly help make all of this seem so much more real. Somehow, this all still seems like a dream.
Baby Rockaroo is the size of a blueberry now. I'm 7 weeks, 1 day pregnant. I'll see the doc 18 days, at which point I'll be just two days shy of 10 weeks. I'm looking forward to that day more than I can express. After that, we'll be looking forward to celebrating my 28th birthday by telling my family, then heading down to the Florida Keys for a quick 3 day vacation with Charlie's family, where we will tell them too. Then, we'll spread the joy around to all!
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