Had our first OB appointment today. Blood pressure was perfect, all the tests were perfect. Until Meredith (yep, doc and I on first name basis, will explain in a post about Cannon's birth) tried to find the baby's heartbeat. For 1 minute, then 2 minutes, then 3.
There goes my 110/80 blood pressure.
Ultrasound tech squeezed us in and found the baby's heart beat. Whew. Whenever a doctor tells you not to panic, I dare you to tell me you don't run through every possible scenario in your mind in a matter of seconds.
Baby's heartbeat was 147. According to whoever spread the word... a slower heartbeat means it's a boy, faster means it's a girl. Well, here's the thing. Cannon's heartbeat was never slower than 160. So, bring on predictions. I say it's a girl because she's already giving me heart attacks. :)
Not that anyone cares about this but me, but I lost a couple pounds (silent cheering from me).
The Best part? The mover and shaker inside me is doing just great.