Another Try

We have officially made it through the first trimester, so it feels a little better to share our big news. Our checkup on Monday went really well - my little passenger was kind enough to be quite squiggly since the sonographer took her sweet time checking on the heartbeat. Heartbeat is strong and so far no sign of Down's syndrome (standard test at this phase and convenient excuse to get tons of pictures of the little one). So all signs good so far.

It has been a harrowing experience up to this point. Last thing my doctors told me after Augustine was that I should see them immediately whenever I got pregnant again so I could start treatment for blood clotting disease. I had no real desire to see them again, though, because I found bedside manner abrasive and knew they didn't want to deliver the way I wanted. So I knew I needed to have another doctor in mind when we tried again.

Thankfully, we met another mom who lost like we had and she recommended her doctor, who specializes in high risk pregnancies. He seems very nice. Unfortunately, it's his policy not to see a patient until seven weeks along. We lost Morgan at six weeks and I know really early when I'm pregnant, so waiting for that appointment to come around was like slow torture. I was so scared that I'd lose the baby right before that first appointment, like I had with Morgan. I get that you often can't find a heartbeat before seven weeks, so appointments before that could be more anxiety-causing than resolving, but I was a basket case. The doctor seems to understand that, though, and at that first appointment when I asked to try to hear the heart, he arranged for a sonogram. So I got to see the little heart beating away that day and walked away with pictures. He also totally read my entire medical files that I sent to him, which is more than I've come to expect of late. I'm feeling good about him.

So far I'm feeling generally good, little bit of heartburn every night, but that's not bad in the grand scheme. Really sleepy, so most nights I put Penny to bed, then turn in myself. This means I don't get much of anything done, so I've been a bit behind on birthday cards for the past couple of months (among other things). Sorry. The exhaustion should wear off a bit soon I'm hoping, though I'm not looking forward to battling through my public transit commute at full term. Too much rushing to jockey for position and being forced to stand if you're too slow.

Please keep us in your prayers as we embark on this exciting, but occasionally worrisome journey again.

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