Well let me tell you a little story. Back in December when we miscarried our first baby I was having a really hard time. I just felt doomed to never get pregnant again, never hold my baby in my arms. One day while I was praying I suddenly felt so much peace, and the month May popped into my head. I just knew we were going to get pregnant again in May. I told Garren and he of course said “Or maybe sooner!” (He is always optimistic :) May came and I was semi terrified because I feared I was putting to much pressure on the situation. Not to worry! On May 30th 2 beautiful lines popped up on that test. Garren wasn’t home and I tried to think of cute ways to tell him, but when he called me on his lunch break I blurted it out. I was way to excited to wait 5 more hours to tell him.
Because my miscarriage had happened less than 6 months from conceiving this baby I had to get blood work done every other day for weeks. It was horrible. The pregnancy hormone HCG has to double every 48 hours for the pregnancy to be “viable” (I hate that word) So when they stopped doubling, but were still rising significantly I got nervous, and the nurse more or less told us to prepare for the worst. While I knew I could survive another miscarriage I didn’t WANT to. I still felt so much peace that this baby was just fine. We were scheduled for an ultrasound at exactly 6 weeks. They told us that at that early there is about a 50/50 chance of seeing a heartbeat. I tried to not expect it. They showed us the sac and the tiny little baby and then Garren pointed to the screen and said, “Is that the heartbeat?” I remember holding my breath and when she happily replied, “Yep!” The only thing that came out of my mouth was, ” SHUT UP?!!” Very articulate I know! I was just so excited to see life! Our precious tiny little baby has a heart beat. Pure Joy.
Since the heart had just barley started beating, my doctor had me come in for my first appointment a week later and made sure the heart rate had gone up. This is from that ultrasound. Crazy what a huge difference a week makes! The doctor also let us know that with a strong, documented heartbeat, the chances of miscarriage were now less than 1%. This gave my worried heart a lot of comfort.
My morning sickness started at around 6 weeks. I have lost about about 12 pounds. Luckily I only throw up about three times a week ( although when I do its all day long), but my nausea is constant and I have absolutely no appetite. My doctor finally put me on Zofran to see if it would help. I have heard great things about Zofran but unfortunately it didn’t really help me. Honestly I just don’t care how sick I need to be, I am just grateful to be pregnant. I am hoping it goes away with the second trimester though ;)
On Wednesday, July 17th, we went to another Dr. appointment and got to see our baby AGAIN (seriously love that my doctor is doing everything he can to ease my fears) THIS TIME BABY LOOKED LIKE A BABY! He/she was wiggling around and making my heart melt. It was the most beautiful site in the whole world. The doctor put me on phenergen/promethazine instead of zofran (lost more weight this week from morning sickness) and it’s working much better, plus it makes me sleepy so that helps the insomnia ;)We have one last appointment and ultrasound with my doctor on August 1st (which is when I am posting this… ha ha ) and then on August 5th we move! It’s all starting to feel real.
Today was our last appointment in Utah! Our baby looked so much bigger: you could see the spine and he/she was kicking like crazy. I am so in love. We didn’t get a really good picture this time but that’s ok. Now to find a Doctor in NH!