After three miscarriages over 8 months, I'm pregnant again! The positive pregnancy test was on Valentine's Day. We both had a positive feeling. On Saturday, Junior surprised me with roses and champagne to celebrate Valentine's Day (yeah, a day early...so what?). We put aside the champagne because I was planning on testing that next morning. Bam! Two perfect lines. It's a good thing I followed my instinct! I told Junior he could have the champagne to celebrate, but we decided to save it until after the baby's born.
This pregnancy is going very well so far and we saw the heartbeat earlier this week. That was a huge milestone for us. I think I was more prepared to see nothing than to see that beautiful little flickering. Still trying to process. I also swear I saw the beginnings of an eye but Junior missed it. He didn't take his eyes off the heartbeat the whole time.
I'm due late October. I've had three appointments with bloodwork and ultrasounds already and all is normal. I'm grateful my doctor has been proactive and considerate of my need to Know Things Lest I Freak Out. The baby is measuring 5-6 days behind what I should be based on my last period. (Commence Big Freakout on my part.) The doctor isn't concerned at all. I'm trying not to freak out over a few days considering everything else looks perfect. The doctor was content scheduling my next appointment in four weeks, but then I started to cry a little and he said he'd see me in two weeks for another ultrasound to ease my mind. (Gotta love the pregnancy hormones. I can cry on a dime these days!)
He may not have a whole lotta personality, but at least he's being reasonable.
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