At the end of August, I took a test, and it was positive... before (sorry!) I even finished, um, taking it.
So I went in for a blood test. Only the lady said she couldn't do one without a doctor's order, so I'd have to get a positive urine test first. So while I was in their bathroom, um, taking that test, she got the doctor's okay to do a blood test. They called later that day and confirmed it was positive, and wanted to see me the next day for an ultrasound. Because of the last time.
So I went in the next morning, and they couldn't see or hear a heartbeat. The tech said it was still very early, and not to worry. The yolk sac was still there, so she thought maybe the heart just hadn't started beating yet. I saw the doctor right after that, and he said he wasn't worried about the lack of a heartbeat, and for me not to worry. Right. Sure. Don't worry. Anyway, they guessed I was around five weeks, but didn't want to date it until they saw the heartbeat.
He scheduled another appointment in two weeks (on September 11th) for another ultrasound. On September 10th, the nurse called me and said we had to reschedule because of Hurricane Ike, and that I should immediately go to the nearest hospital should I start to cramp or bleed.
They rescheduled me for my birthday, the 18th. The ultrasound above is from that day. We saw and heard the heartbeat, and the tech actually started crying. I told her that I thought she'd probably be "over it," having done so many. She said that with the previous one showing just the baby but no heartbeat, she was just so relieved. Especially knowing I lost the baby last time. It's good to have people like that working with me. He moved around a little, which is crazy, since he's so little. Maybe a couple inches.
I say, "he," because he's going to have to live with Cullen, so it really needs to be a he! That little "something" on the picture could really be anything, but I'm hoping it's a pee-pee.
I'm ten weeks, right now. April 23 is the date. One month minus one day after Christian's birthday. Speaking of Christian, we told her on Saturday. She is beside herself, she's so excited!
This morning she came in and woke me up and asked if she could snuggle for a while before getting dressed. While we were laying there, she kept rubbing my abdomen (way high up, though!). She suddenly sat up and said, "I felt the baby kick!" Um. Not yet. She just can't wait. She actually wants two more, but I'm just going to get through this one, first!
Happy Monday, everyone!