I haven't updated this thing in really, almost three weeks, and it has been a LOOOOONG 3 weeks, let me tell you!
It all started when my OBGYN told me I had to go to a specialist--to have an early ultrasound b/c my doctor wanted to make sure that we were dating the pregnancy correctly (he was assuming 6-7 weeks)...
My appointment was on the 1th of March, so off to specialist we went!
The ultrasound did not go well...
While doing the US, the doctor abruptly pulls out the "probe" (I don't know what the technical term is) and tell me that she could not see a fetus present, and that at 6 weeks (which is what my sac was measuring), she should be able to see something, meaning there's a good chance that the pregnancy isn't "viable" (I hate that term). She tells me to go back to my OBGYN. That he'll discuss it further with me.
So there I am with my husband, sobbing b/c I have NO IDEA what's going on, and I go back to my OBGYN and I'm told that I need to have my blood tested 3 times over the week to see if my hormone levels are rising.
I'm told if they are, then they'll do another US, if not, then they'll schedule me for a DNC...
and that's ALL they'll tell me.
I'm pretty much hysterical at this point. Already having had miscarriages, I was already desperately afraid that something bad was going to happen. This was like my worst nightmare coming true.
Over the next week, I go through all of the blood tests, and I finally find out at like 5pm on that Friday that my hormone levels are going up!
Time for another ultrasound.
Did I mention I'm a basket case? Yeah, pretty much.
FINALLY my follow-up US appointment comes on the 1st of April (Hey, what better day to get life-changing news then on April Fool's day, right?), and I'm reallllllly nervous, but I'm trying to stay positive...
I had decided that I was not comfortable seeing that specialist again, so this time around they sent me to a radiology facility to have my US.
My mother-in-law and I get there, and I'm SO trying to hold it together.
This woman comes into the room and right away she says that she will NOT be able to give me the results of the screening b/c she is not a doctor, but just an ultrasound technician.
Before she even finishes her sentence, I burst into tears. The thought of waiting even an HOUR more to know whether or not I'm going to be a mother just sounded like sheer torture!
I kind of choke out what happened the first time and she apologizes profusely, and tries to reassure me, but there's nothing she can do, so we start the ultrasound...I'm still crying, but trying not to, and failing.
All of the sudden, she turns the screen around to us, and says:
"there's the heartbeat, it's strong. That's all I'm going to tell you..."
OH MY GOD! That woman became my total BFF in that moment.
But my real BFF right then was my mother-in-law.
Apparently, while I was in the bathroom changing for the exam, my MIL told the tech what had happened, my history, how upset I was, etc., which is why she must've taken pity on us, showing us the heartbeat.
Love my MIL!
The moral of this story is that the doctor says that everything looks normal, the baby's heartbeat is healthy, and that I am officially at 9 weeks!
They think the specialist missed it because I was slightly less far along than she thought...which is what I suggested to her in the first place, but let's not get into that....
We are so relieved and excited! I can't even fully express it!
Unfortunately (sort of), during this whole waiting game, morning, afternoon and night sickness has reared in vomit-y head, and food has become the enemy.
I have tried to lose weight 80 million ways to Sunday.
I have been on every diet/exercise plan known to man.
What did I need to do?
I just needed to get pregnant. Irony?
Pregnancy should become the new fad diet. I've lost ten lbs in a month.
To top it all off, I have a nasty cold.
Ah, pregnancy bliss!