Another appointment, another heartbeat. This appointment was a little awkward since it wasn't my doctor. This Asian lady walks in and introduces herself as the practitioner and tells us my doctor is backed up. We talk a little about the pains I've been having (it's either round ligament or constipation) and then she gets out the doppler and picks up the heartbeat which is still going strong. I don't know what to make of it, this is almost where I was the last time, and then at my next appointment my baby was dead. So I'm not holding my breath. She did slip up during the appointment, telling me (not asking) that this was my first pregnancy. I told her it wasn't, this is my second. And then she tried to cover her gaff saying this was my first one to make it this far. I started to get frustrated, thankfully Mike was with me and told her no, we were 18 weeks when we lost the last one. Then she started asking me technical questions, like were there any signs like spotting and such, as if my previous answers with my regular doctor were going to change and I was going to have had some magical revelation as to how I should have known my baby was in trouble. Then she wraps up that coversation with, "So it wasn't a delivery, it was just a demise." Like using the techinical terms makes it less important. I hope the rest of my appointments can be with my regular doctor. She's painfully optimistic, but at least she knows my history.