Monday, August 18, 2014

not so special ...

... but oh so thankful.

Today: 6W2D.

TMI factor: */5

Two follow-up appointments later, I *think* the heterotopic scare is behind us. I think, I hope. I pray, pray, pray. Drs at Fetal Diagnostic and at the regular office think the mass is a fibroid - nothing too concerning at this time. Whatever it is hasn't grown or moved, THANK. GOD. I have no more right (or left) side pain. Big sighs of profound relief. We will of course keep an eye on everything. I am so happy to NOT be 1 in 15,000 right now.

Also, the spotting seems to have stopped. I kind of thought it might start up again, especially with all the poking and prodding and t/v ultrasounds - but so far, so spotless. Today Dr. A said that about 50% of their patients experience some type of early pregnancy bleeding, which was meant to be reassuring, but any bleeding in the region where the baby is is just disconcerting. Just happy mine seems to have stopped for now.

Finally, I asked the FD doc why the line on my HPTs is getting lighter. She said it's because pregnancy hormones fluctuate - and after the initial rise, they taper off or even diminish. (Yes, she also said to stop POAS. Actually this morning was the first morning that I hadn't done it since the beta. Must ... be ... strong!)

We have another appointment Friday with Drs. H/A (6W6D), which was supposed to have been our first glimpse at Jellybean, but we've already seen him three times, and twice I've heard and seen his heartbeat. That, and an increased appreciation for uneventful hours and days, are the two good things that have come out of this whole freak-out.

Jellybean should actually be called Minibean because the CRL is something like an eighth of an inch. I forget what it is in mm, but today's sonographer drew a little speech bubble from the GS that said "I'M SOOOOO TINY." He tried to print it out for me but it didn't come out, which was ok because for whatever reason, I was not feeling all that humorous.

Still no classic symptoms except wanting to nap all the time, which is not out of the norm for me. (People think I'm joking when I say that ... I'm so not.) Actually I have been feeling some floating queasiness here and there, but it's pretty sporadic and goes away when I eat. They say boys cause less morning sickness than girls; let's hope that's true. (Yes, I'm putting a LOT of stock in that Chinese gender chart.)

Scott's nephew's son is now 6 months old, and his niece's son will be born in January. If ours is a boy, there will be utter pandemonium at family Sundays for the next few years. Praying for pandemonium. But for now ... it's naptime!
"Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." - 1 Thessalonians 5:18
 
6 weeks 0 days. (Most of this pooch is UCC Judd Street luau food.)

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