Nausea = Justified

It was with more then a little nervous assertion that I walked into the ultrasound clinic this morning. A week full of Google searches had kind of convinced me that I was carrying a twin Molar pregnancy. Last week? Two smallish and empty sacs. A molar pregnancy would explain the empty as well as the nausea.

So imagine my surprise when the ultrasound tech almost instantly located the following:

That would be two babies. Two babies, with beautifully beating hearts. As in, alive. Present and accounted for. Measuring right where they should at 6 weeks 5 days, with lovely little heartbeats at 114 and 123 beats per minute, well over the desired 100+ beats.

As of today, I’m pregnant. Pregnant with two little Norwegian/Latino babies who are destined to break hearts the world over with their incredible beauty and wit.

I have yet another scan NEXT week, and one again 2 weeks after that at 10 weeks pregnant. Heartbeats each time, okay? That would be just super!

Coming up; nausea, and how cat farts don’t help one little bit.

The Curse of the No-See-Ums

Bladder bursting, I went into my ultrasound appointment this morning with more then a little nervous twitching. My tech was very nice, if somewhat aloof. After stripping my better half ( No. “M” wasn’t there, MY better half.) and settling on that oh-so-comfy table, she got to work. Kidneys? All present and accounted for! Bladder? PRESENT! (“do you need to go empty your bladder some??!”). Hmmm….. fetal sack, yes ..yolk…..Yes.

And Yes again.

Two baby beginnings? Check.

What we didn’t see? Heartbeats.

Each sack is measuring a few days early. 5 weeks 1 day and 5 weeks 3 days. Today I am 5 weeks 6 days pregnant. It is a notable difference this early on, especially when we have a minute of conception so do know exactly how “old” this pregnancy is. Conclusive? Far from it. It isn’t unheard of for babies to measure differently in the beginning. Ours just do so against our exacting calculations. Not to worry, things look great for this stage of pregnancy ( assuming the pregnancy is 2-3 days younger then we know it to be). My RE isn’t worried, but has scheduled me for another ultrasound next week so that we can SEE those little pittering hearts.

The tech and I both think we saw them; the tiniest little flicker on the edge of the bean shaped black bubble that is the fetal sack. There was a flicker. It was there. In both of them. But the flicker was just too small to say for sure that YES, that is a heartbeat. So we’ll wait yet another week.

You must know that this is killing me. I needed heartbeats today. I just…. did. And while I know that they probably are there, waiting yet another week to find out is just  mean.

But I promise to forgive them if they are pitter-pattering next week!

A Case Full of Baskets.

Nerves about tomorrow, an overload of estrogen, nausea, fatigue and a computer on the fritz made today quite aJeckyl and Hyde kind of day.

Tomorrow I’m hoping for a heartbeat or two. In the past, I’ve taken that little detail for granted and learned the hard way that something as simple and as complicated as a heartbeat isn’t a guarantee. I’m getting teased about the possibility of carrying two, but I just can’t seem to convey that I could be carrying one or twenty-three in there… but is there a heartbeat? Because bottom line, that’s all I want. A good strong heartbeat. I’ll get excited about one or two when that first hurdle is past, although I have a feeling I’ll never really get over that need to reassure myself with a heartbeat.

Injections have been going rather well this time! I’ve even gone hard core many a time and just jabbed myself while brushing my teeth, no heat-pack to be seen. Warming the oil and a nice brisk injection rub have prevented most lumps so far, and the discomfort is probably half this time. Used to it? Or an arse of steel that can’t be bothered to notice. Your call.

In the last three or four days I’ve begun a relationship with my stomach that I welcome only slightly. If it’s morning sickness? Welcome! Nice to have you here! Stick around for a bit, will you? If it’s flu? Danm it! I JUST got over a 3 week coughing spree. No thanks. I’ve prepared myself for the occasional queasy moment by getting a pile of Preggy Pops the second I got that double line. The good news? They work! The sour ones are the BEST! The bad news? They taste really good. Like the perfect tart candy. So I eat them more then I should, and those puppies aren’t cheap! Must. Restrain. Self.

I can’t seem to make myself sleep any time before 1am. Just can’t do it. The result? Grumpy asshole come the next day. Lucky for me, husband has been really on the ball in the mornings and several times has let me sleep in quite a bit, wrestling the kids himself. YAY me! But I do need to get that under control somehow.

My computer is dying on me. Husband needs a good full day to mess with it to clean it out as it seems to be full of cotton candy, it’s so useful right now. Till then I’m making due on his temperamental desktop and I gotta say, If I ever lost Internet connection long term I might well go insane. The few hours trapped in my home today with no way to contact the outside world via the net had me in tears. Literally.

But that’s nothing new. I am the world’s biggest arse rag these days. Today I ripped my best friend a new anus over at topic we have already peacefully agreed to disagree on. Then my brother called and I dumped on him for a good hour and a half. I talk to the kid twice a year. Wonder why? I’m blaming it on the massive hormones that are also causing the queasiness ( gawd, it better not be the flu!) and constipation. Oh yah. did I mention that one?

Anyway. I’m looking forward to tomorrow, where I will see a healthy little heartbeat or two. I. Will. See. And hopefully my lovely husband can take the few hours that I’m gone and do something to fix my computer. But just in case he doesn’t? That blood curdling scream you hear? That’s me. I’ve lost my connection but I’ve got an update for you.

Ha ha!..ha..ha..uh…

So. Had my quantitative HCG blood work done this morning. An easy fast poke in the elbow-pit. We got the results back pretty quickly considering how slooooooow this lab has been for me in the past. P-Daddy was pretty anxious about the number being, you know, present, so I was pretty anxious to have a number to pass on to him!

Today is 10dp5dt. That is the standard time frame my RE likes to use for a first HCG. They like the number to be over 100. If the number is over 100 at this point they consider it a healthy pregnancy and there is no need to re-test in 48 hours to make sure that number is doubling. Last time, we were at 239. That was a great number on a perfectly normal and healthy pregnancy ( as far as we could see, anyway).

Today’s number?

580. Yes, five hundred and eighty. That would be almost exactly DOUBLE what our singleton pregnancy with these same genetics produced. Double. More then one. Like, two.

Ha Ha…………………….. huh.

OK! Well, we have a 6 week ultrasound scheduled for May 21st and we’ll know for sure then. We could just have a high HCG producing baby here! Or, twins naturally reduce to a singleton all the time early on in the game, which we definitely are. Or I have two wonderful and healthy little ones snuggled in safe and sound, and I get to nurture and care for them for the next 36 or so weeks before they go home with their ecstatic Daddy.

Really, all of those options are wonderful and all in all, I’m thrilled with today’s number.

Folks, I’m pregnant. And I am determined to remain so for at LEAST the next 30 weeks.

I’ll worry about carrying two and delivering two when that becomes an issue. Right now, I’ve got to go get a snack.

I am growing a family, after all.

Where I Throw Up A Little Bit In My Mouth, Then Swallow It and Grin.

Ahem…

code: 4dp5dt

Translated? Four days past the transfer of a 5 day embryo ( blast). ( in our case…. two…)

9am:

 ( insert nervous laugh here)

Wow, that’s a pretty early positive! Ha ha…………. 

8am this morning, 5dp5dt….

 Huh……… one of the least sensitive tests…. positive…. way early……………

:ahem: So, um, Beta is on the 8th.

I’m thinking…. we’re pregnant!