24-week appointment

Well, it was definitely a strange doctor's appointment. We saw a doctor we don't normally see (there's four in the practice and they'd like for you to meet all of them before you give birth). And we waited two hours before we were able to see her. To be fair, she was on call and had a delivery that morning. And the nurse did check on us three separate times...the last time saying "this is ridiculous." It wouldn't have been so bad, but the whole wait was over lunch, which for a pregnant woman isn't the best timing. I was hungry going in. I think my stomach growls could have scared small children. At one point, we became so bored that I suggested ripping the paper covering that goes over the exam table in tiny pieces, throwing it like confetti at the doctor when she came and yelling "Surprise...we're still here." But then I figured that might land me in the mental hospital.
But...she finally came in. We figured she would poke my belly a bit and we'd get to hear the heartbeat (it was 142 beats for minute by the way) and we'd be good to go. But when she started feeling around my belly, she kept going back to a spot by my ribs. "The baby's head can't be this high yet, can it?," she said. She felt around some more and then finally pressed the staff assist button on the wall (the button I had been joking around about pushing during our wait, but Dan thought it was for emergencies only). When the nurse came in, the doctor asked for a portable ultrasound. Once it arrived, she got to work.
The good news is that the baby is perfect. He's 1 pound, 14 ounces. His head was measuring at 24 weeks, 1 day. The rest of him 25 weeks, 1 day. He's exactly where he's supposed to be (he's breech but that's not uncommon). The doctor kept saying how adorable he is.
The bad news? I'm falling apart. The thing she thought was the baby's head is a HUGE fibroid, basically a noncancerous tumor. It's outside my uterus and not sharing the placenta with the baby, both really, really good things. But it's gigantic. The doctor kept saying "It's just so interesting" like I was this medical marvel...and not in a good way. She told us not to worry. It's going to have to be watched, but if you look at the bright side of that, it just means we'll get to see our son via ultrasound more times. And because fibroids grow during pregnancy, there is a chance my body could think the fibroid is the baby and then try to expell the baby, leading to preterm delivery. The fibroid is also the likely cause of our infertility in the first place. She said there's a good chance the fibroid has been blocking my left tube. I'm not sure what this means for baby No. 2, but the thought has crossed my mind. Right now, I'm just worried about baby No. 1.