I won’t tease you, I haven’t really been holding out. My ultrasound appointment was on Sunday at 3:00 p.m. pacific time.
After we went to the RE for the ultrasound, we went for a little grocery shopping and then out to dinner. I had delicious salmon with spicy zesty soba noodles. When we came home, we watched a terrific movie and I went to sleep early because, whew, I am sure tired lately.
I fall asleep sitting in a chair like an 80 year old man.
Can’t imagine why.
And my b00bs are really weighty and sore.
Ain’t that unusual?
Oh and I get a little queasy from time to time.
Guess I need some pepto.
It’s because of what the ultrasound saw.
That’s right. I’ve got two monsters in here (I photoshopped a little animated GIF to better illustrate what the ultrasound really saw). “A” (who looks like a duck, am I right?) measured fine and had a heartbeat of 150. “B” (totally a little frog) also measured fine (estimated a few days older) and had a heartbeat of 144. DrKAwesome was my RE on Sunday and she also checked out my ovaries and said they were the right size and doing a great job making progesterone.
So wow. Two. We checked them out on 7w2d and are due back for our next ultrasound two weeks from now (Golly, another two week wait? Who woulda thunk it possible?) that will put us at 9w2d and if all is well I will “graduate” to a real OB/GYN. MrBeep has been patting my tummy and grinning at me. I had a perma-grin on Sunday and kept getting all teary-eyed. We keep saying “so far so good”.
Lots of love and good wishes and prayers from people near and far have brought me a long way and have been a comfort to me in difficult and nervous times. It still seems a little unreal, but today I am bursting, full of hope and promises and wishes that may finally come true.