Notes from the...Where am I again?
Tuesday morning at 10 am I had an ultrasound to reassure me that nightmares about miscarriage after watching one happen on a TV show really are not my subconscious telling me my baby is dead; rather they are my subconscious telling me to stop fucking watching shows that turn in to total train wrecks without a moments notice.
My baby, as of Tuesday, is still alive and well. The little one measures at a mere 1.6 cm crown to rump and had a delicious little heartbeat of 173 bpm.
I'm gone all weekend (but will have more frequent internet access at the in-laws) and have my next appointment on Monday. A full pelvic exam (Joy!) and of course another ultrasound (REALLY AND TRULY JOY!!)
Just waiting for the time when I can be happy about it :) Also...on a somewhat sad note, all but one person I have seen this week has noted that I am visibly pregnant. That one person? Said, "Looks like you've picked up a little weight there." My response to her? "Not really. I've picked up another baby and this one is making it's presence known really early." Bitchy woman -- even her sixth grade son looked mortified that she had said that!
