What To Expect at Your Second Prenatal VisitKatie Loeb
I don’t know about anyone else, but I felt really prepared for my first prenatal visit. I knew I was going to have a pelvic exam (yay…), I knew I would have to pee in a cup, I knew I would get an ultrasound. I assumed we’d get a lot of information about what was coming up next and I knew my husband definitely needed to be there. Basically, I felt like enough women had shared what happened at that first visit that I was as prepared as I could possibly be.
And the first visit was pretty much exactly what I expected. But the second visit? I really had no idea what to expect.
I knew that I wasn’t going to get an ultrasound at that visit, which was a bummer, but that was the only thing I knew. I didn’t know if my husband was supposed to come or if I would be getting more important information that I would need to write down.
Basically, I was in the dark. And I figured that I can’t possibly be the only woman who didn’t know what to expect, so I thought it might be nice to enlighten all of you still finishing out your first trimester and waiting on your next appointment. For those of you who have been here and done this, feel free to add anything I missed in the comments. I’m sure we all had slightly different experiences, but there surely have to be some commonalities.
The first thing they did was weigh me. This is apparently going to happen at every visit. I think next time I go I’m going to take off my shoes, socks and maybe my pants. My clothes seem to add like 5 pounds. Then they had me give a urine sample. This is also apparently going to happen at every visit. I have been assured that it gets more difficult to pee in a cup when you can no longer see past your belly. Fun times ahead, ladies.
Then they took me to a room, checked my blood pressure and had me wait for the doctor.
The first thing she did was have me pull my pants WAY down low so she could use this tiny little hairdryer looking device (a Doppler) to hear the baby’s heartbeat. I will tell you that for the first few seconds they’re searching, it’s kind of terrifying. I was feeling totally fine going into this appointment, but for those six or seven seconds of nothing but the sounds of my innards, I was totally panicking. And then I heard the woosh woosh woosh.
It’s kind of a magical little sound if you’ve never heard it before. I haven’t cried yet at anything baby related (just at sappy songs in my car, because obviously), but I came relatively close when I got to hear that.
Once my pants came back on, she asked me if I’d been feeling any pain, had any spotting or bleeding and asked me if I had any questions. My one little piece of advice here is to maybe write down some questions beforehand. Because if you’re anything like me, you have 800 questions right up until the moment she asks if you have any questions. And then you’ve got nothing.
The one question I did come up with was about this super unpleasant pinching pain in the right side of my abdomen that’s been off and on for the past few weeks. She assured me that this was a ligament stretching out and that it was normal. She did not give me great hope that it was going to go away anytime soon, but it was reassuring to hear anyway.
And the only remaining thing was to go over my blood test results, including letting me know that I am free from STDs, not a Cystic Fibrosis carrier and that I have a negative blood type. If you’re negative like me and your spouse is positive or unknown, you’ll have to get an injection of a medication at 28 weeks and potentially a few other times throughout your pregnancy depending upon how things go and at all your future pregnancies to protect the baby.
And that was pretty much the whole deal. No real poking or prodding, my pants nearly stayed on the whole time and fortunately since my husband got stuck at work, it was not an appointment he really needed to be at. I was in and out in less than 30 minutes, which was okay by me.
Now we just wait for the 3rd appointment. Which I know even less about. Pregnancy is so exciting in all its unknowns.