I had to get up to pee for the second time at 4:30 a.m. When, at 5:40 a.m. I was still not slipping back into sleep, I decided I needed something to eat. My stomach was not letting me sleep!
Up for a piece of raisin toast I went. Then commenced the awkward dance M and I have become so adept at. I wake him up by getting up in the first place and then again by coming back to bed. He tries desperately to get back to sleep, which tossing & turning keeps me from getting back there myself. Repeat ad nauseum until the alarm goes off (unless I relegate him to the couch, which I did for the first time yesterday morning and felt guilty for having done the instant I saw his long legs extending past the end of the couch).
I made it to The Appointment on time (miracle of miracles). When I was called back, I saw that M-A had cut her hair short and complimented her on it. As we were led to the room, I felt simultaneously embarrassed that I had brought an entourage (M and my sister T), and also nervousness that my doc was going to do something embarrassing like forget my medical history or my name.
Instead, I admitted my weight out loud in front of my husband and my sister. Never a comfortable thing, and much much different than saying it to my doc's NP. Doc came in with his game face on, brisk as ever as he got my details: date of LMP, a little spotting here and there but otherwise nothing to report.
Then, we waited and waited - not a usual thing in this office - and finally went back for The Main Event (aka the ultrasound). T waited politely outside while I stripped "from the waist down" and draped the green little sheet over my lap. My doc came in and two conversations broke out simultaneously, both about dogs. M-A told me about her retriever, while Doc told funny stories about his 4 dogs, and by the time the conversations joined together, Doc was talking about dogs on the bed and the phrase "weinie up" he and his wife created about their sole male Corgi, all the while I'm scooching my butt down, putting my feet in stirrups, and he's taking cultures. That's Dr. M for ya! LOL!
I made sure M and T were both in viewing proximity for The Main Event (the monitor, not my vag!). And then, I saw a nice, ovally gestational sac. Score! Then an embryo. Double score! Then a small flutter. Triple score! I stopped holding my breath. (in more ways than one)
I hated when Doc would freeze the image to take measurements because the visual of the heartbeat would pause and I just wanted to sit there and watch it flutter all day long!
I feel like I can finally be happy! While there's still a chance of miscarriage, it is now decreased by 10-15%. We like to decrease risks wherever possible, so this is great news! I see him again in 2 weeks, which is slightly more frequent than the average pregnancy, but reassuring all the same.
We're happy and cautiously excited (which seems like an oxymoron). M's trying to commit me to a name, so I know he's excited and ready.
In other news, the stomach did so much better today. The only thing I can attribute it to is that I ate better foods more often and earlier than normal. I really need to get back on the water! And get new running shoes, 'cuz I'm cleared by Doc to start exercising again, but figured I'd better wait until this stomach stuff clears up!