There was a little blob on the monitor. And it's heart was beating! It blinked on the ultrasound. Almost indiscernibly, because the embryo is so small. So much uterus and so little baby. 9.1 mm, less than half an inch. Oh it's really a pea.
The doctors confirmed there wasn't a second embryo or sac lurking in my uterus or fallopian tubes. Just one. I was mostly relieved, as I was having difficulty imagining carrying two. My thoughts drifted from comical images of being as wide as I am tall (as I'm not that tall), to babies spending months in NICU because they were born too early. But, I have to admit that twins had some appeal, as I would be done. I don't know if I'll have enough runway for a second child. If all goes well with this pregnancy, I'll be 40 when my first baby is born.
Well, I'm not going to worry about what happens after this pregnancy yet... There's a little being in me, and its heart is beating. That's really amazing.
My next appointment is 15 June, when I will be at nine weeks. Dr. Rosen says there is a big drop-off in miscarriage risk at nine weeks, so the next appointment is a milestone. Right now, I have an 85% chance it will be ok. If all looks good on 15 June, I "graduate" from the IVF program and am mainstreamed with a regular OB/GYN.
After all of the injections and special procedures with IVF, I'll be glad to be mainstreamed, though this pregnancy thing seems to be no walk in the park. Yesterday, I started experiencing sour stomach. Not morning sickness, but a sour feeling in my stomach and mouth. This is also in the not sexy category.
I always walk by A Pea in the Pod on my way to my acupuncturist, and fancy myself a sexy pregnant lady, just like Heidi Klum. The breathlessness, bloating and now sour stomach are really interfering with my projected self-image...
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