Well, I was fully prepared for two scenarios this morning at my ultrasound.
1. Everything would look great. We'd come back at 8 weeks for another scan.
2. Things wouldn't look good and we'd go home and grieve.
What I wasn't prepared for was: more questions than answers. First of all, I should mention that Dr. H's office is calling me 5w 5d pregnant, and not the 5w 2d (or 3d) pregnant that I calculated. He said their office doesn't go by Last Menstrual Period. He said that they go by your LH surge. Since they know exactly when that was (since I took the trigger and did all of that blood work) they put me at that date.
Dr. H said that between 5.5 weeks and 6 weeks, they expect to see a gestational sac, a yolk sac, and a fetal pole. They saw the first two, which measure right on at 5w 5d, but not the last. See, this stuff developes with in days. So, it could be that we are just a day early. OR, it could mean that the baby is not growing appropriately.
Here's the game plan. We wait. (I've mentioned how NOT patient I am, right?) I had blood work done today to see if my numbers have risen at all since my last draw. If they have, then we wait again until monday to do another scan. if they dropped, well, I'm sure you know the conclusion there.
Just when I thought I was having an "easier" pregnancy this time around. I've just been brought back to my knees, begging God to keep my baby safe.
Before I leave you with too much gloom, I'd just like to take a moment to say this: Since having my children, this is the FIRST ultrasound I have made it to. It still feels like a miracle. Even though I didn't hear a beating heart, and there was no fetal pole, I saw my baby on that screen. Its itty bitty body being formed in my womb. God knows all about my baby right now. He knows if its going to make it, he knows if its a girl or boy, and he knows this child by name. He has formed it in my womb.
Here's a picture of my miracle.