Last week Dr Love and I went in for our second ultrasound at the RE to check on the baby's growth.
|Baby's 2nd picture...a gummi bear|
This morning was a long awaited occasion. This morning I took my last progesterone suppository.
No more getting up early to take them so that they have time to be absorbed before I'm up and about. No more night time dosages. No more prescription bottles in the fridge. I'm glad to be done with them, and yet knowing the safety net is gone makes me a tad bit nervous, even though there's no evidence or history that I need to be. So hear we go supplement free, I hear it's the way to be.
I mentioned earlier that this week I was struck with a virus and a fever that made me pretty miserable. Of course it left me wondering if everything was fine with the baby. We still had over a week until our next appointment but my sister in law had recently given us the doppler she successfully used with her pregnancies. We tried it for the first time shortly after our last ultrasound (before I became ill) knowing that if we weren't able to find anything it wouldn't be too worrisome since we had just seen the heartbeat flickering away. Sure enough we weren't able to find it.
After my fever I really wanted some peace of mind and managed to convince Dr. Love to try finding it again. He cautioned me that it was still really early and even if I was to come into the clinic at 9.5 weeks he'd warn me he might not find it with their better dopplers. I took his warning and still wanted to try. He searched, and I searched. We searched high, low, left and right. We twisted and turned the doppler, pushing hard. The only thing we heard was the slow steady woosh of my heartbeat. We started to pack things up when Dr. Love paused, "let me try one more time." It took him probably at least another 5 minutes and the first sign of it would have been easy to miss. It started as just a faint noise in the background of my heartbeat, but there was no mistaking that there were 2 distinctly different sounds. Dr. Love slid the doppler over just a smidge and there it was loud and clear all on it's own, the chuga-chuga-chuga of baby's heartbeat. It was a beautiful sound to hear for the first time that brought a great sense of relief. Dr. Love was pretty proud of himself too.
So now we've seen it and we've heard it...now I just have to wait for the day when I can feel it but there's definitely a little person growing.