Dear Baby,
Your Daddy and I have taken to calling you "Munchkin." And we love you infinitely.
On the forums I read, women describe their pregnancies in weeks and days - I am officially 5 weeks and 2 days (5w2d) pregnant. It's a little silly, the way they count; you were conceived precisely 3 weeks and 2 days ago, the day of my fourth IUI. Yet I have to add two extra weeks to the count and aim for a 40-week pregnancy, even though I will only actually be pregnant (G-d-willing) for 38 weeks.
A week from today is our first ultrasound. We probably won't be able to see very much, but we hope to see the gestational sac with the fetal pole and yolk sac. And if we could hear your heartbeat, that would be amazing. All of that would tell us that you are doing well, growing as you should. My mind sometimes drifts down other paths of what we might or might not see, and I have shut it down before I fall apart.
love,
the infertile turtle who still sometimes thinks this is too good to be true, and is waiting for the other shoe to crash down
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