It seriously doesn't matter how many ultrasounds I have. I have the same feeling of impending doom every time. And thankfully, this time, once again, that feeling was unfounded.
I just found out a couple of days ago that the best man from our wedding, and my husband's best friend, just got engaged. So exciting, and he's asked T to be in the wedding. Only problem is that the wedding is in October. In Florida. A month before I'm due. :( I'm really bummed at the thought of missing it. It's also the weekend of T's birthday. Double bummer. So the only consolation I had at the thought of losing the baby was that at least I would be able to go to the wedding. Yes, an admittedly f*&%ed up thought, but if we're being honest...
Now to cut to the chase. My knockers are huge. (For me anyway.) I think they've grown about a cup size within the last two weeks. My morning sickness is still mild which is kind of amusing to me since it was awful with both D and E, so I can't use the old, "well, it must be a {insert gender} because I never had it with..." But seriously people, thank God. I was not looking forward to that part. I still feel yucky and slightly queasy almost every day, but NOTHING like D and E's pregnancies.
Update from the appointment today:
BP (post u/s): 110/70
Baby's measuring: 8 w 5 d
Baby's HB: 170 (!)
Hematoma: Still present, but not worrying the doctor all that much
I'm not going back again for almost four weeks, (until my 12 w nuchal screening) which would normally freak me out, except for the fact that I can pull out my little friend dopp.ler in about a week. If I can't get a hb for a few days, I'm going to call and ask to be seen.
On The Off Chance…
4 years ago