8w2d

Went this morning for the ultrasound.  I was completely sick prior to the appointment.  Luke was up every hour last night (very unlike him).  I had to get him to the lab at 830am for his own 1 year old bloodwork, which was a horrifying experience to say the least.  He was absolutely beside himself.  Then I went for a relaxing adjustment at my chiropractor followed by the appointment.  This is my new OBGYN and the ultrasound tech was so nice.  She new my full story so I didn't have to explain anything extra, which was nice.  I told her nothing would shock me and I wasn't expecting anything at this appointment but a D&C.  Wasn't I pleasantly surprised when I saw this:

Measuring exactly 8w2d with 181bpm heart beat.  Good yolk sac, cord and apparently everything looks normal for now.  I have not had a pregnancy last this long that was eventually going to go bad.  They usually terminated between 5 and 7 weeks.  But here we are.

I go back in two weeks, when I'll be 10w2d and they will do another viability scan followed by my first prenatal appointment.  I mentioned I would like to have CVS testing as soon as possible and they will probably make that appointment after my next one assuming everything is ok.  I need the full testing on all chromosomes especially set 7 to ensure that this little pumpkin is going to go to term.  I know nothing is 100%, but that will give us a really good idea if it's time to celebrate.  We are holding our breath for now- only the immediate families know and we keep them in the loop.

Breathing.  Just breathing.

8 weeks

So I'm getting ready to go for my ultrasound tomorrow.  We just got back from a week in OCNJ with the family and it was so much fun!  I was supposed to have an ultrasound before I left for vacation, but it got moved because if there was an issue, they were not going to let me go on vacation.  Since that was not an option, we moved the ultrasound until the Monday after.

On vacation I continued to have so many symptoms.  I'm absolutely exhausted all the time.  I was able to nap at the shore, which was awesome.  M helped out so much- getting up with Luke almost every morning so I could sleep in a little bit.  I also am craving all kinds of weird things- one day it's chips and salsa- the next day it's tuna and lettuce.  Bizzare, but not.  I also , at 8 weeks, can hardly button my pants.  Don't get me wrong, I've been eating.  But not that much.  I'm scared to get on the scale, but I'm pretty sure it's up at least 5 lbs already.  Everything about me is bloat and gross.  I'm at that awkward stage of not technically showing or sharing yet, but clearly gaining weight and looking different.

I suppose tomorrow we'll have hopefully a final verdict either way...

6 weeks

I went for bloodwork last week and HcG came back 10,000 and Progesterone was about 10 (a little low).  The doc prescribed progesterone pills and I've been taking those for a week now. I am going back for repeat bloods tomorrow morning and hopefully an ultrasound Friday morning at almost 7 weeks.  Things seem to go bad around that time so I'm hoping for a quick verdict like the ripping off of a band aid.   I keep telling myself I will be fine, that I can handle it and nothing is shocking.  That is true, I really believe it myself. But when the time comes for the bad news...which is pretty much inevitable....not sure how I will be.  This really was just nothing more than a freebie.  Literally and figuratively.  I guess we'll find out in a few days.  Consequently, we leave for the shore on Saturday so if there are any "procedures" that have to be done, I guess they will have to wait.