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Nothing Bad Has Happened Yet.
So, um. I'm pregnant again.
I'm eight weeks along. On Friday I had an ultrasound - the first time I've ever had one this early - and saw a little grey ovoid blob with a tiny rapid flicker on one side. That was the heartbeat. The fetus is measuring exactly on pace for calendar dates (1.2cm long), and the heartbeat is 136bpm, which is excellent for this stage of development.
So things are hopeful, but. This is my third pregnancy, and I have one kid. So we're not exactly 100% yay-hooray-let's-decorate-the-nursery yet.
This is, on the one hand, further along than I ever got the last time. To the best of our providers' understanding, in the last pregnancy fetal parts never developed (just a placenta) and there was certainly never a heartbeat. On the other hand, though, last time I made it five weeks further than this before suddenly there was blood and disaster.
I'm having some hormone issues in this pregnancy. My levels of HCG, the "pregnancy hormone," have been beautifully high and enthusiastically doubling from the very start. (Midwifery model or no, we have been monitoring the hell out of things this time around.) My progesterone levels are a different story. They started out on the low-ish side, and then dipped lower instead of increasing. So I've been taking progesterone supplements for the past 3.5 weeks. They seem to be working. So far.
I feel very, very pregnant. The first trimester symptoms are all present and accounted for. Of course, they were last time as well.
We are hopeful that sometime in the second week of February there will be a baby. Hopeful, but not, you know, sure. I'm adopting as my mantra a phrase from the defunct-and-disappeared blog Chez Miscarriage: Nothing Bad Has Happened Yet.
Nothing Bad Has Happened Yet. Which is a good place to be.
I'm eight weeks along. On Friday I had an ultrasound - the first time I've ever had one this early - and saw a little grey ovoid blob with a tiny rapid flicker on one side. That was the heartbeat. The fetus is measuring exactly on pace for calendar dates (1.2cm long), and the heartbeat is 136bpm, which is excellent for this stage of development.
So things are hopeful, but. This is my third pregnancy, and I have one kid. So we're not exactly 100% yay-hooray-let's-decorate-the-nursery yet.
This is, on the one hand, further along than I ever got the last time. To the best of our providers' understanding, in the last pregnancy fetal parts never developed (just a placenta) and there was certainly never a heartbeat. On the other hand, though, last time I made it five weeks further than this before suddenly there was blood and disaster.
I'm having some hormone issues in this pregnancy. My levels of HCG, the "pregnancy hormone," have been beautifully high and enthusiastically doubling from the very start. (Midwifery model or no, we have been monitoring the hell out of things this time around.) My progesterone levels are a different story. They started out on the low-ish side, and then dipped lower instead of increasing. So I've been taking progesterone supplements for the past 3.5 weeks. They seem to be working. So far.
I feel very, very pregnant. The first trimester symptoms are all present and accounted for. Of course, they were last time as well.
We are hopeful that sometime in the second week of February there will be a baby. Hopeful, but not, you know, sure. I'm adopting as my mantra a phrase from the defunct-and-disappeared blog Chez Miscarriage: Nothing Bad Has Happened Yet.
Nothing Bad Has Happened Yet. Which is a good place to be.
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