At 3 pm today, I arrived at the doctor armed with my calm hubby and your prayers to keep me sane. Well, as sane as I get. Let's keep it real.
Within minutes, I got a peek at the little bean who has now sprouted little legs and little arms and is pretty darn cute if I do say so myself. Every time I see the little one, it takes my breath away.
"Wow," I said, breathlessly, "that's amazing."
"It is, isn't it?" said the sweet ultrasound technician.
I know that she doesn't always get to relay good news, but what a job, to see real-life miracles every single day.
She said that my baby looked "beautiful" and that it's heart rate was very strong, at 178. Yes, I know, you are sure that's the heart rate of a girl. Or a boy.
I asked about the bleed, and she pointed it out. Disappointed that it hadn't healed, I asked if it had gotten bigger. She wasn't sure, but I thought it looked a little larger than last time. She said that those bleeds are actually fairly common, and because it was clear, it didn't look worrisome.
However, I forgot about the bleed when she smiled and pointed out that baby was moving...a lot. I admit that B is better at seeing ultrasounds than I am and he laughed and pointed it out too. I must have been focusing on the bleed, because I missed it. She held the wand super still and coaxed, "C'mon, punkin," and the babe wiggled. My heart sang. She admitted that at this point, it's involuntary movements, but seeing my little one wave its little arm buds at me was awe-inspiring, just the same.
Baby is measuring at 9 weeks 2 days, which is exactly where it should be.
After that, we saw the doctor, who remains hopeful about the bleed. The bad news is that it has gotten minimally bigger, meaning continued Progesterone and staying away from the gym. The good news is that he's not worried and seemed pretty sure that my body will reabsorb it by 12 weeks. I get another doctor's visit in three weeks, and I'm starting to enjoy this every-three-week thing. Not having to wait and wonder certainly helps my anxiety level.
Oh...and I lost a pound. I'll chalk it up to the fact that I am not giving in to every ice cream craving like I did with L, and not losing muscle from sitting on my booty rather than hitting the gym.
So thank you for your prayers and positive vibes. There's not a doubt in my mind that they helped my situation. If you don't mind, keep 'em coming. Thanks, friends!