Seeing the GP

She had the wk16 appointment on Monday. A minor event which consisted only of getting the GP up to speed with what the midwives at UCH have done so far. I joined her, as usual, since two brains remember things better than one. For the most part it was going through what paper work the UCH had and what the GP needed, and how they kind of, but don't really talk to each other except via the folder we take to the appointments. So the wk16 appointment appears to be more administrative that medical.

However, Our attendance was rewarded at the end, when the doctor asked do you want to hear the heartbeat?

Of course, the answer was yes, so she spent the never several minutes waving a small wand over the wife's belly trying to find the heartbeat. We got to hear the placental blood flow plus the various standard noises the innards make, but the foetal heartbeat was being elusive. Eventually she found the little tyke, and we got to listen to the rapid thumping for a little bit before the batteries finally gave out. Which makes me rather glad she found it when she did.

It was nice to hear the heartbeat. Any reminder that my offspring is still in there is a good thing – there are not enough clear external signs yet. It seems to cheer me up as well, so I spend the rest of the day in a fairly good mood.