Our first ultrasound took place on May 30th, in the morning. At this time I was 7 weeks and still in that fog of – is this real? – is this happening? 

Guess what? You know how in “true Leah form” we end up being early? As luck would have it, we were not early, but right on time. The excitement and little bit of worry kept me awake most of the night and made it a little harder to get out of bed and get moving. One would think that the appointment itself would be enough to jump out of bed!

I don’t do well with not being early, its honestly ridiculous. I don’t think anyone, unless your OCD about being places early, can understand the level of anxiety and stress hits me when I’m not early.

To help alleviate the stress and anxiety that I felt were consuming me, David and I prayed in the car before heading up to the doctor’s office. Prayer is always the one thing that I can count on to help bring me peace, no matter the situation.

As we were sitting in the office waiting to be called, I looked around the room at all the women and couples waiting their turn. I teared up a bit, thinking that they could be just starting their journey, or have been on the infertility track for a while. I said a silent prayer for them and wanted to hug each of them. I found it hard to be happy when there are so many others who struggle. Don’t get me wrong – I am over the moon at this point in our journey – but having been through 3 years of the emotional and physical rollercoaster, I just felt for them.

After what seemed like forever, they finally called us back. On our way to the room, the nurse asked if I needed to use the restroom. Why is it that my bladder is completely fine before someone asks that question?! Anyone else like this?

Once to the room David and I anxiously awaited for the doctor to come in. I would just like to say that I really love this doctor’s sense of humor. When he knocked and came in he said, “Pregnant already?!”.

The goober came out in me and I gave him a thumbs up and said – “You’re awesome!”. 

Then it was down to business! How many babies were in there? Was everything ok? Is the sac where it is supposed to be? I can’t tell you how many times I worried and stressed over the littlest things. I know, I know – why didn’t I pray? Believe me, I was kicking myself for not relying more on the power of prayer!

At first, neither one of us had an idea of what we were looking at. That’s when he put the mouse at one end and then the other end of our little one. Yes, just one – we are completely stoked about that! With the infertility drugs and me being over 35, there was a possibility of twins. Which would have been completely fine too!

Then from a different angle he was showing us, we could see the heart beating away! That’s when for whatever reason, I decided to reach out and touch the screen. Probably that goober side taking over again. haha

The doctor said that all looked as should and to come back in two weeks. He then picked up his little spin wheel to tell us our due date. (I had already googled this and knew it was around January 13/14th, but it’s always nice to have the official due date from the doctor!) 

Our due date is January 13th, 2018!  Mark your calendars for our little miracle to arrive! WOOHOO

Before he left I did ask him some questions.

One question was if he had any OBGYN’s that he would recommend for us. My OBGYN was in Maysville, and that’s a bit of a drive (depending on traffic, could be almost 2 hours). And for someone who might be in labor, the thought kept going through my mind of having a baby in a car. As fitting as that may be for a couple who loves cars, it wasn’t something that I was all too thrilled about. haha He said that next visit he would have some recommendations.

The next, bathroom issues! Because who doesn’t love spending all day in the bathroom? At the time, I had had diarrhea for almost 2 1/2 weeks – every. Single. Day! It was becoming such a pain, no pun intended. It was hard to plan activities or go anywhere for fear of being sick.

He asked me if I was still taking the Metformin, and I was. He told me to stop taking it, more than likely that was the culprit. My mom said someone told her that a side effect of Metformin is stomach issues. This may sound crazy to some, but I’d rather vomit!

Two days after I stopped taking the Metformin – my problem had all but disappeared! I seriously was excited about that – probably more than I should have been! haha

So here we are, waiting for another 2 weeks to pass by for another visit. Until then, you can admire our copy of the pictures 🙂

 

Until then,

Leah