So, I go in to try to get a fetal pole after. The triage nurse takes me back and the first thing she says is: "You know it is impossible to even feel the baby this early, right?" Me: This isn't my 1st pg, and I have felt the baby since week 14. I know what a kick feels like. Her: No you didn't. It isn't possible. (and then she rolls her eyes at me)Me: I.have.felt.the.baby. This.isn't.my.1st.pg. Thank.You. (and I roll my eyes back at her) So the snarky hag brings in another nurse and she tries for about 6-7 minutes to find the baby's hb. She can't find it. I am laying there, thinking the baby has died, DH is out of town and I have to go through this all over again... alone... It was a terrible! After what felt like an eternity, she gives up and brings in the u/s machine. Immediately, we see the baby kicking around, swaying it's hips with a great looking hb.It took all I had in me to not cry in front of the Haggardly McHaggerson- but since I did that as I drove myself to the hospital - I didn't.So at the end of the day, the baby is fine and growing. I on the other hand, am exhausted! It is amazing how emotions can knock the wind out of you.... I am glad I went - but with the exception of seeing the baby (which is so damn cute!) it was hellish.