Once again, I was unable to see my regular OB but I didn't mind this time. The doctor that did see me was one of the three I was under the care of in the hospital for my miscarriage. She is a damn good doctor in our opinion. She handled us well in the hospital and at this appointment she made a good impression again. She didn't try to fake it through the appointment, she told us right at the beginning she obviously wasn't completely familiar with my case and asked us to bring her up to speed on my history. She double checked my prescriptions to make sure they were ok for my pregnancy and this was the first appointment I was measured at. I'm guessing she was measuring the height of my uterus. She found the heartbeat for us more than once; Baby Bear likes to make them search. She didn't put on that gooey optimistic attitude that we've passed our most intense period and we can relax now. She just told us that as each week passes, the closer and stronger we all are which is exactly how Mike and I have been working through it. As hard as it is to be in the waiting room, I do have to say that my experiences with three of the doctors in that office have been nothing but the best professionally.

I have been feeling movement and it's absolutely amazing. I regret that I didn't get this experience with Robin but now I can easily see how some women can become addicted to being pregnant. I get worried when I haven't felt anything for a while, but if it wasn't that I'd just be worrying about something else. The best way I can describe it is that most of the time it feels like stage fright: a knot in the stomach and butterflies.

I finally got my bottom braces on today. They didn't start hurting until hours later. Getting them put on was a nightmare. I love the orthodontics office, all except this one woman. Her attitude is just sour. Not to mention her breath stank today and she didn't wear a mask. She's very rough with the contraption that keeps the mouth open and she leans her hand on it, so it cuts into my gums. Apparently Baby Bear wasn't a fan of the appointment either. When they first laid me back, I got a flip flop and each time I got a jolt of pain in my mouth, I got a little kick or punch inside. It was like getting it from both ends. At least we're already on the same page.