Dear Munchkin,
"Normal" is my new favorite word.
The doctor's office called us yesterday - a day earlier than they'd told us they would - and said that the micro-array results are finished and everything looks normal.
Normal.
Somehow I had myself convinced that was a word I would never hear in conjunction with this pregnancy. I was sure there would be something wrong. On my good days, I hoped it would be something minor; other days, I tortured myself with all the awful things I could imagine.
But everything is normal. You are healthy. And you are a girl. My sweet baby-girl-to-be.
And I love you even more than I already did, which I keep thinking is impossible.
love,
Mommy
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
The waiting game
Dear Munchkin,
You are growing right on schedule. Your heart is beating like a champ (167 bpm on Friday at my 10-week ultrasound, 164 bpm yesterday). I "graduated" from my fertility doctor and had my first appointment with my regular ob/gyn last Friday. Now I am apparently a "normal" pregnant lady.
Except that I'm old - "advanced maternal age," they call it - so yesterday I had a CVS. That led to 24 hours of bed rest - not for me, but for you, little one. We want to make sure you keep cooking in there. We'll get the micro-array results in a week, and the rest of the results a week after that.
love,
the infertile turtle who is trying to be a good Mommy by resting all day, and trying not to go crazy worrying about the results
You are growing right on schedule. Your heart is beating like a champ (167 bpm on Friday at my 10-week ultrasound, 164 bpm yesterday). I "graduated" from my fertility doctor and had my first appointment with my regular ob/gyn last Friday. Now I am apparently a "normal" pregnant lady.
Except that I'm old - "advanced maternal age," they call it - so yesterday I had a CVS. That led to 24 hours of bed rest - not for me, but for you, little one. We want to make sure you keep cooking in there. We'll get the micro-array results in a week, and the rest of the results a week after that.
love,
the infertile turtle who is trying to be a good Mommy by resting all day, and trying not to go crazy worrying about the results
Monday, February 3, 2014
Be still, my beating heart
Dear Munchkin,
It's been a week and a half since my second ultrasound, at 8w2d. We got to see you again and you looked a whole lot more humanoid - with a recognizable head, at least - and we heard the most incredible sound. We heard your heartbeat. A healthy 170 beats per minute. Daddy held my hand and we both fought back tears and it was just out-of-this-world amazing. I am overwhelmed by how much I love you already, little one. Please keep growing. I don't mind if you keep making my body tired and my tummy hurt and my brain a little crazy. But I'd appreciate it if you'd stop scaring me with the spotting, mm-kay? I get to see you again this Friday, at 10w2d, and again on Monday at 10w5d for my CVS. Keep on being amazing, Munchkin.
love,
the infertile turtle who already loves being your Mommy
It's been a week and a half since my second ultrasound, at 8w2d. We got to see you again and you looked a whole lot more humanoid - with a recognizable head, at least - and we heard the most incredible sound. We heard your heartbeat. A healthy 170 beats per minute. Daddy held my hand and we both fought back tears and it was just out-of-this-world amazing. I am overwhelmed by how much I love you already, little one. Please keep growing. I don't mind if you keep making my body tired and my tummy hurt and my brain a little crazy. But I'd appreciate it if you'd stop scaring me with the spotting, mm-kay? I get to see you again this Friday, at 10w2d, and again on Monday at 10w5d for my CVS. Keep on being amazing, Munchkin.
love,
the infertile turtle who already loves being your Mommy
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