First, I’m sorry I’m a week behind on posting this blog. I should’ve known the week of and the week after Thanksgiving was just going to be too busy and fun to sit down and write a new post, but I was optimistic.
I’ll share more about our fun holiday week in an upcoming blog (my whole side of the family came out for it)! But for now, it’s time to pick up where I left off last blog.
When we found out we were pregnant, I was right at 4.5 weeks. That meant I had to wait a couple of weeks until we did our first ultrasound. It’s not that it was stressful, per se, but it is a weird feeling.
“Congratulations, you’re pregnant! Now wait a few weeks before you know anything else…”
As I mentioned before, I found myself taking the occasional home pregnancy test and often asking my lower abdomen, “You’re still in there right?”
Given that I’d had an early pregnancy loss a few years ago, this shouldn’t have been an unexpected feeling. I was nervous those couple of weeks waiting on that appointment. I didn’t have any spotting, but there was some cramping.
Everything I’ve read says cramping is normal, but it was also a sign of my miscarriage in 2019.
Finally, the day of the appointment arrived, and everything looked textbook. The little peanut’s heartrate was right where they wanted it, there was a good yolk sack, and peanut was measuring at five weeks and five days (+/- four days from your weekly mark is considered normal).
For this first ultrasound, we went back to the fertility clinic. Their usual protocol is to perform the 6-week and 9-week ultrasounds and then hand us off to our regular doc after that.
By the time the first ultrasound rolled around, I’d already reached out to my OBGYN and scheduled my first ultrasound at Kaiser. Because I’d been so proactive, they let us “graduate” the day of that first appointment.
We came home with some pics of our little peanut and a little Conceptions onesie that says, “Grown Locally.”
Though I don’t remember the exact date, I believe it was in between the first ultrasound and our Kaiser appointment when I had some unexpected flashbacks. I’ll talk more about that in next week’s blog.
I’m going to preface that next blog by saying Baby Jackson is just fine, so I’m not trying to be tricksy with the blog title. It’s appropriate for how I felt during the flashback, but everything is A-OK.
IVF That 