Sure enough, all we saw was a sac. It was 13mm, which my doctor was very pleased with. She said sometimes we can see a yolk sac and sometimes we can’t. We didn’t see one. Of course later when I went home I read some stuff online indicating that it was a bad sign if you didn’t see a yolk sac when the gestational sac was 12mm or greater and I proceeded to spiral.
We were instructed to come back in 11 days, at which point the doctor would want to see a heartbeat. We celebrated Christmas, and went on a little vacation with Kate and her family for New Year’s. I, of course, couldn’t drink and was limited in my food options. All of which would be fine, except as the day of the ultrasound crept closer, I felt more and more negative about it. I started mapping out in my head whether they would want me to have a D&C right away, and if so, what day would actually work for that. Morbid stuff, I know. The fact that we didn’t see a yolk sac seemed ominous to me and the idea that there could actually be something alive where there had just been an empty sac 11 days before seemed absurd.
This little cookie, as we had taken to calling it, turned into Shrodinger’s cat for me – simultaneously alive and dead until we saw it on the ultrasound. Not helping matters – I caught Max’s terrible cold, but had to act with the data that was known – I was technically pregnant and therefore could not take any cold medicine.
The night before the second ultrasound, I texted with Adi, whom some of you may know from the bloggy world. She asked how I was feeling about it and I explained about how I felt very negative. She asked why and I said, “I just feel like there’s no way this could work out. Like I’m not allowed to be that lucky.” And kind Adi responded, “I think if other people get pregnant their first try you’re allowed to have a second baby on your first IUI.” She added, “Max is pretty awesome, but I promise you that you haven’t used up all your happiness.” Her saying that meant a lot to me as it really hit the heart of the matter – we are so happy and I feel so lucky to have Max that it feels like I am asking too much if I ask for more of it. As if happiness in your family is finite.
I think I’ve mentioned on here before that I’m in a small private Facebook group of other (mostly) infertile moms who had babies at the same time I had Max. I reached out to them too the night before the ultrasound and they wrapped me up in their positive words. The morning of the ultrasound one of them posted: “Remember we are all in there with you.” All this love alleviated some of my fear, and I felt as though, maybe, no matter what, I would be okay.
There is rarely a wait at this RE’s office, but perhaps because it was the Monday after the holidays, they seemed swamped. I didn’t get called back till 20 minutes later and was freaking out a bit because our nanny who was home with Max had to leave at a specific time. But we finally got called back and Dr. P came in quickly. She told me that according to them, my EDD is August 21st and without further ado, let’s see what’s happening. As soon as the probe was in, I could see that there was stuff in the sac now, though I did not immediately see the heartbeat. But within a second, we could see a good, strong heartbeat, and Dr. P turned on the sound so we could hear it too. There was a fetal pole measuring right on time and this time I could clearly see the yolk sac. I let out a huge sigh of relief. And with that, and a hug, Dr. P released me to my OB.
I’m currently 8w3d, still very early. I saw my OB last week, got another peak at the cookie who was looking perfectly fine. I go back in two weeks to get blood drawn for the cell free DNA test. Fatigue has hit hard. I get queasy if I’m not diligent about eating frequent small meals. I’m still exercising. Still doing progesterone suppositories (blech) until I hit 10 weeks. But otherwise there’s not much to report. Neither my RE nor my OB think I’m a good candidate for VBAC, and I wasn’t especially interested in doing that anyway, so a c-section would be scheduled for my 39th week. If everything works out, we could have another baby by mid-August. It is surreal for both Jeeves and me to think that less than two months ago we went into the RE’s office for the first time in three years, and now here I am, 8+ weeks pregnant.
Thanks for the kind comments – I really appreciate it.