Gametes In Love

Today was our first ultrasound.

It’s strange to describe the sense of excitement and nervousness that coincided together. For the last two weeks I’ve kept rubbing my belly saying “One or two I just want it to be healthy!”.

And there was one!

Doctor B was so excited as she was pointing it out on the screen, and I was both so very, very happy that our baby is healthy and a little sad that our second embryo didn’t make it. I kept being hopeful that both would make it, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be. Whenever I’ve told people in the past that I would love to have twins some would look at me as though I’m crazy. I think it comes down to the fact that S and I love to be challenged: we thrive under pressure and get off on resolving hard situations. Don’t get me wrong, I know that raising even a single child is difficult, and quite frankly if we are “blessed” with the kind of devilish youngster that I was we’ll have our hands plenty full, but still… twins… it was a nice hope while it lasted.

So my consolation thoughts are:

Our little munchkin is measuring right on track. Right now it is the size of a grain of rice. Dr. B even showed us its little fluttering heart beat! I’d be lying if I said I saw it, but S did and that makes me happy.

Wanna see it?

Confused? That’s why I highlighted the gestational sac in green. The space in between the “x”’s is our little one. It is measuring proudly at 3.3mm.

We get to go back in another two weeks. After that I should hopefully graduate from our RE clinic and move onto my regular OBGYN.

Meanwhile, I finally get to setup one of these cute little tickers I see people on Nest proudly sport around their profiles.

Tee Hee!