With Child

Three weeks ago today I found out that I was 5 1/2 weeks pregnant. I had been spotting consistantly (as usual) so I hadn't noticed a missed period, but my breasts were SO sore and I was overly tired (and in retrospect explained why I suddenly was overwhelmed with the lemon scented hand soap Jon uses at work when he got in the car at the end of the day!)...I picked a test up at the grocery store without telling Jon. He sure was surprised when I yelled from the bathroom.

Within a week I had a D&C scheduled because my hormone levels didn't appear to be indicative of a viable pregnancy. Jon and I went into the verifying ultrasound appointment pretty numb. We hadn't had time to even grasp the idea of pregnancy, but still felt kind of vacant for losing it so quickly. The fat pregnant ladies seemed to smile smugly at me as they nuzzled their happy husbands. I got into position for the ultrasound. We were both a little weepy, but pretty prepared for what we were about to see...we thought.

When the image came up we saw a tiny fetal pole and....a heart beat! All I could muster was, "This isn't what we are here for, that isn't supposed to be there." When we met with the doctor he said that we were obviously not out of the woods, but gave us an 85% chance of a successful pregnancy.

I've since had multiple HCG test and probably 3 or 4 more ultrasounds. I've continued to have light bleeding/spotting, so the doctor hesitates to reassure me too much, but yesterday, at 8 weeks 3 days we have a 1.8cm baby with a 170 heartrate, which is awesome. I'm tired and feel like crap, but we're trying to stay optimistic. I'm on restricted activity until the bleeding stops, at which point we'll have a better idea of the prognosis of the pregnancy. My next appointment is on 12/16/08.