So, continuing my last post about my newly pregnant self…
If you remember, it ended on the fact that my HCG and Progesterone levels were super high and that we were suspecting twins…
So… hubby and I were determined to wait till 8th week ultrasound and not go for a 6 week ultrasound for a few reasons:
- The fewer u/s, the safer it is for the baby(though u/s haven’t shown to cause any damage, as usual, we’re erring on the side of caution)
- If we go in too early and the heartbeat is nowhere to be found, we’d have to come back a few days later, which means more u/s and a lot of freaking out and stressing
So everything was going as planned, until I had an intense cramps episode one evening after having done 180 sit ups. Ok, you have to remember, this was my 5th week- the time of the MOST worry about miscarriages and what not. Miscarriage is probably the only thing on a pregnant woman’s mind in the first several weeks… So of course, we freak out (mildly), hubby forbids me to work out anymore ( “But it’s beneficial for the pregnancy…… poo!”… of course I resume once everything is straightened out) and we take it easy that evening. The next morning, I realize I’m spotting. It wasn’t real spotting, just slightly colored discharge (sorry if TMI, but might be useful for future preggos). Oh-oh! I start scouring the forums for similar situations and find out that it’s perfectly normal to not only have that but to actually spot/bleed during pregnancy. It calms me down just a bit, but I still call my doctor who suggests that I come in for a 2nd blood work to check HCG levels. That’s when the levels come back at 18,000 (wow!) vs the normal range of 18 – 7,340. They had doubled perfectly from the last blood work. So it wasn’t a miscarriage, whew! But there we went again with the worries. High HCG levels are associated with molar pregnancies! Ahahahaha! Can a girl get a break? Levels too low= miscarriage, levels really high= you should be happy, but NO! It’s indicative of molar pregnancy!
I was really laughing at that point. The nurse said that the levels were perfect and that I needed to stop reading on the Internet :) But I’m the kind of person, who’d rather be mentally prepared for all kinds of outcomes than be surprised with a negative one. So after some research, I relaxed and told myself that it’s going to be what it’s going to be.
But we did decide to do a 6th week ultrasound INSTEAD of the 8th week one, just to make sure everything was fine.
My “spotting” disappeared after a week, which means it was probably just some old implantation blood that my sit ups helped push out.
The day of the ultrasound couldn’t come SOON enough. We still had a possibility of twins, though by then we had convinced ourselves that it’s not very likely, with me always having a super regular cycle and no family history of twins. We figured my levels were that high, because it’s just a really good strong pregnancy.
Finally the day of the ultrasound arrived and we walked into the 1st floor of my doctor’s practice where they conduct u/s exams. Unfortunately, it wasn’t my OB himself doing the ultrasound (is that normal?), but some surly old woman, who kept ignoring our giddy faces and our silly jokes.
I was mentally prepared not to have a heartbeat since it was possibly too early for it (6w 1d). But was secretly hoping for one, of course!
Since it was an early pregnancy ultrasound, it was going to be an internal one. The woman quickly showed me “THE DILDO” and told me that she’d be putting a condom on it (lol). Once the thing was in, the image appeared on the screen. An image of an empty black space (uterus) within a fuzzy white space. She started moving the transducer back and forth, looking for the baby. It must have been literally only 3 seconds, but in those 3 seconds I had time to panic :”Where is my baby? What if I’m not pregnant?” I turn to hubby who’s intensely peering into the overhead flat screen and ask “Do you see anything?”
And before I was able to finish that sentence, out of nowhere, a loud sound filled the room: “Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!”
My first reaction in my head was “Is this my heartbeat?”, which I knew was wrong the second I thought it. It was our baby’s heartbeat! So fast and loud and SO SO SO THERE!
Later hubby told me that his whole body went HOT when he heard the heartbeat.
It was truly a life changing moment for both of us. With it being our first baby and me not showing, the heartbeat was a confirmation of the fact that there was something there.
The disappointing part was that the nasty u/s tech gave us no more than 5-6 seconds to listen to it before she turned it off and finished the visit. We were still so in shock from what we had just heard that it didn’t even occur to us to argue with her and ask for more heartbeat time ( hello, we’re the ones paying!).
After the ultrasound we spent the next 30 minutes in a daze, replaying in our heads the rhythm of the heartbeat:” Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!Ta-dum!”
My nurse took me to the nurses’ station to take more blood for a standard pregnancy work up and my doctor, who hadn’t seen me yet since I got pregnant and didn’t know I was ( I’d been communicating with his nurse up until now) was there at the computer entering something. So he sees us in the nurses’ station and turns around to greet us with his mouth opening to say hi and then spots an ultrasound picture in my hubby’s hand. His eyes bulged out of his sockets with his mouth that stayed open the few seconds it took him to process the news and he goes:”What? Are you pregnant already?” ( for those who are new to my blog, I had done a pre-conception check up with him and knowing me, he had warned me “You do know, most people don’t get pregnant right away, right? So don’t be too hard on yourself andyour husband, if you don’t!”).
When hubby showed him the ultrasound, the doctor laughed and commented: “Well, you guys don’t waste time! If she wants something, she gets it done, huh?”
After a little chat we had, he took a look at my numbers and asked for the ultrasound picture again. After I gave it to him, he looked a bit confused, and mumbled to himself: “Hm… with your numbers, Iwould have been sure you had twins!”. Up until that moment we had completely forgotten that twins were even a possibility. We were so smitten by our ONE rice grain size baby that it never once occurred to us to process the fact that it’s not twins.
And that was it. He let us go until the next 12 week appointment when we’ll be doing NT scan, triple marker tests and whatever other diagnostic services they perform during the 12 week visit.
We had seen our little blob, had heard its heartbeat, got the “good job!” from our doctor and were off to wait another 6 weeks to be back again.
Today I’m officially 8 weeks and entering the 9th week of gestation. Two months are done and 1 more to go until I can officially be in the safer 2nd trimester. At this point, with my history and the heartbeat that we heard, the chance of miscarriage is down to 4%. Once we see the baby for my 12th week ultrasound, the chances will go down to 1%. I like those odds and I am very hopeful, despite the fact that I know many cases where the babies stopped growing during 8-9th week. But of course, like anyone, we’re trying to note the negative outcomes, but not think much about them.
Oh and we ordered a Doppler. We’re both so excited, especially hubby. We know it’s really early and most likely the Doppler won’t catch the heartbeat until week 10, but everything so far has been ahead of schedule, so we’re really excited. I know Dopplers can be a double edged sword. Some people can get really attached to it, and go crazy if heartbeat can’t be found, but we’re trying to “talk ourselves” into the fact that we won’t always be able to hear the heartbeat. And we’re ok with that. But it’s still pretty exciting! Isn’t technology amazing!?
Btw, my mom is totally and completely freaked out by all the knowledge we seem to have about babies now. She sees it as a negative thing, as in we knew nothing and weren’t too worried. But as far as I’m concerned, I’m much happier knowing everything I can, so that I never get unexpected bad news ( though I’d love some unexpected good news :)) and I can always work on myself not to get too worked up over things. I love all the opportunities technology opens up for us and our experiences!
So, if you didn’t catch it, we have ONE baby. No twins. Though, with how careless and fast our tech was, I wouldn’t be surprised if we discover a second baby hiding somewhere in there ( half of twin pregnancies aren’t discovered at the first early scan), but I’m not holding my breath. Most likely, it’s one really healthy baby and that’s what we’re going off of :)
In a few days you’ll be seeing my first weekly update with pictures at 4,5,6 and 8 week belly ( not a bump yet, but a noticeable change).
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