We got the beat!

Cautiously happy to report that we DID see the beautiful flickering of a heartbeat at our ultrasound on Wednesday. 134 gorgeous beats per minute. Baby measuring exactly to the day, 6 weeks and 5 days, due date July 10. Next step is another ultrasound next Wednesday! My emotions are all over the place, trying not to set myself up for disappointment while trying to stay positive and excited. I am hopeful. Praying that this embryo, which is now the size of a blueberry, continues to grow next week to be the size of a jelly bean.

Show me that flutter

One more night of complete anxiety. Tomorrow is the day-ultrasound to check for heartbeat. Lucky for me, I suppose, I never really got to that point with any of my losses (though I did lose one past 7 weeks). When I was pregnant with Sailor, I had an early ultrasound due to a prior miscarriage. My ultrasound was at 5 weeks and 4 days, and there wasn’t yet a heartbeat. There was a yolk sac and fetal pole, so they guessed that it was too soon. They were right, thankfully, because when I went again at 6 weeks and 3 days we saw her beautiful fluttering heart. I will be 6 weeks and 5 days tomorrow, so no heartbeat would mean no baby. Tomorrow is my Uncle Mike’s birthday. I was very close with him, and know he is looking down on me. I’m hoping for good news. If we can make it past this milestone, I can breathe a little easier.

Numbers, stats, tests oh my

It has been a week of waiting, wondering, and yes...testing. I tried to wait until 6 days after transfer, which was an unrealistic goal for a psycho like me. I’ve been stuck in my head, trying to stay calm and not give into crippling anxiety. I got my first positive test at 5 days after transfer, but started testing at 3 days after transfer. My blood test was 9 days after transfer, last Friday, and my hcg was good-208. My progesterone was borderline-12, so my doctor doubled my prescription. My TSH is higher than it has ever been, at 3.04, so my doctor doubled my synthroid dose and we will recheck in a couple weeks. Today was my recheck, and I’ve been a nervous wreck. With my 4 losses, I have never gotten a call back on the second check that was positive. I have gotten a few “well the number went up, but not by much. It could go either way”...one of those lasted for weeks with numbers going up, close to doubling, but not quite. Weeks of not knowing...it was traumatic and miserable. They waited to call me until 4 today...I thought it was a bad sign. I was wrong! My hcg is now 1508! It more than doubled. My progesterone also went up to 19. The plan is to recheck in 6 days, and an ultrasound is scheduled for Nov 20, which is significant because it is my Uncle Mike’s birthday. Pretty sure he is pulling some strings in another realm somewhere.