Sep
07

Alpha Beta.

8dp3dt: 24.8

10dp3dt: 123.7

Doubling time (though it may not mean anything this early) was 19.94 hours.

I spent all last night laying on the couch trying to use the powers of my mind to will my embryo/s into staying alive—using the parts of my mind that weren’t busy watching Burn Notice and wondering whether I would make a good spy, anyway.
We were hoping this morning’s number would be at least 75. To say I am relieved would be a massive understatement. I am suppressing my urge to gambol around the office kissing people and whooping, but only just barely.

I was instructed to continue to eschew sex, hot baths, and horseback riding and to schedule an ultrasound for seven weeks. When I called to make the appointment, Rose, the receptionist I have seen and spoken to many, many times in the last two years, was so excited for me that I nearly cried. My ultrasound will be Thursday, September 27th (in the afternoon, so that I needn’t return to work if things go badly). I will (hopefully) be six weeks, five days pregnant by then.

September 27th is an interminable twenty days away. Until then I will have no further information about this pregnancy. I am still spotting and cramping, but it hasn’t gotten any worse, thank heavens. Of course it doesn’t help that my longest pregnancy was a missed miscarriage, with no reason to think anything was wrong until I went to my ultrasound at seven weeks and saw no heartbeat.

But for now, I am pregnant, and until I know otherwise, I am going to do my best to assume this pregnancy is continuing. Today is gastrulation, a big day for Science Baby/ies, what with the formation of the endoderm, mesoderm and ectoderm layers. They must be exhausted.

483 hours and 25 minutes until the ultrasound. I think I need a hobby.

By Alexa | Posted in Ceci N'est Pas Une Ecrivaine |