Yesterday we had our 8-week ultrasound, and everything looked great--heart rate of 165 bpm, measuring on target. We saw the little arm and leg buds, the head, the booty. For some reason I think of the baby as a boy; it's as if I expect the ultrasound of a girl to have a skirt (you know, look like the women's restroom symbol).
In general I've been relaxed, but at least once a day, usually at night, I can't fight the paranoia and I ask my husband if he thinks I'm still pregnant. He's been super patient with this questioning, and wonderful in general. Honestly, it's exactly how I thought things would be, and I think that's one thing that made the years of infertility so hard. Had I asked every night, "Do you think I'll ever get pregnant?" I wouldn't have been met with sympathy. But I know that he was hurting then, too.
Two other milestones yesterday:
1. Last appointment with RE! (Do I remove the office number from my cellphone? Delete the address from my GPS favorite? I'm so ready to move on.)
2. Last progesterone suppository! (For those who've been there, you know that this is huge :) )
This week was Rosh Hashana, the Jewish new year. For those who celebrate, L'Shana Tova. To everyone, I wish you a very, very sweet year.
What a fantastic update! Congratulations on your graduation! Have you picked an OB yet?
ReplyDeletePS - Don't delete the # from your phone yet ... you'll likely still have to call your nurse a few times to have paperwork faxed to your OB :)