Workaholic Dad

We had another one of the monthly doctor’s visits today – switching to every two weeks from now on. The most mind blowing thing today was hearing the heartbeat for the first time. The Mrs. was hooked up to the machine and soon the noise of her little baby heart was filling the room.

For the first time I actually felt welcome today, as the nurse called me into the room when Tiffany was all hooked up and explained the system to the both of us – not like usually when I get to stand in a corner and seem to be wearing Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak. I swear, even though I have met the Gyn 5-6 times now he couldn’t pick me out of a line-up.

I must admit, hearing that little heartbeat was quite something. I am not an expert but from the start I could tell this was a strong even heartbeat. Daddy’s Little girl – my layman’s diagnosis was confirmed by the doctor 30 minutes later when he glanced at the piece of paper for a split second and says “Yup, picture perfect”. Thank God! So far we have been extremely blessed during this pregnancy, no complications, no morning sickness – we can just pray it continues this way!

The Dr. did commit the most critical of all sins today though when he asked the Mrs. “Liking the food a bit much lately, eh?”. Personally, I froze – I swear time stood still as I was trying to figure out my next move and how the Mrs. would react. She looked a bit stunned  – and she had every right to be. Not only was she quite a few pounds on the light side before the pregnancy, but looks even better now. I suspect most of that extra weight has gone to the “ladies” – the titty fairy was very generous

Thankfully Tiffany quickly recovered from the shock, Armageddon was averted. When we left I discovered that a bit of a language barrier has prevented the certain painful death for our preferred health care provider. The door had barely swung closed behind us when the Mrs. asked me “Uhm…. did he just call me fat?”.