Things are (seemingly) progressing swimmingly in the neverending saga that is my uterus. I called my nurse this morning and begged to come in for another blood test because I was having a total panic attack over pregnancy symptoms that aren’t as strong as I would like them to be. Just got the results back and the results are very good, so that is reassuring. Plus, my levels are high enough now that we can go in for an ultrasound, so instead of Friday, we are going tomorrow morning. It will be too early to see a heartbeat, but hopefully we’ll be able to see an embryonic pole and a yolk sac, which are the first signs of development.
This is HARD, y’all. I am trying to stay positive and excited and optimistic but it’s really really hard. I swing wildly back and forth between ecstatic and terrified, and this morning I ended up on the “basketcase” end of that spectrum. Right now I just want the crazy symptoms to start so I know that my body is working the way it should. Remind me I said that in a couple weeks when I’m projectile vomiting every morning.
Please keep Hawk and I and our little one (aka our “Poppy Seed”, because that’s about how big he/she is right now) in your thoughts. And thank you all for your support and your kind words. They mean more to me than you know.
