All
is well in the pregnancy department. We saw the heart beat at the first
ultrasound which showed a tiny flickering line over a cheerio shaped blob. The
second ultrasound showed the heart beat at 145 beats per minute and
clearly showed the fetal pole and yolk sac and a kind of blob that is the baby.
Everyone exclaimed that it was beautiful. My progesterone has been a little bit
of a roller coaster but the last reading on Friday so I was relieved and
happy.
I
have been religiously taking all my meds and getting shot in the posterior
every night by my lovely devoted wife. I have managed to pretty much keep it a
secret to the general public in my life although I did let it slip to two
"work friends" in the last few days.
My
next ultrasound ( and last fertility clinic appointment) and meeting with my
doctor is next Monday. I have barely seen him - in fact I think I have seen him
twice - once for a consultation and once for a saline sonogram.
The
person who has kept me going through this whole conveyor belt of excellent
science and near perfect embryology is the nurse who worked with my
previous doctor who retired. She is not really anything to do with my care
anymore, as I am managed by a so called "IVF team" but I ask for her
every time I am there and she meets with me in semi secret and looks at my
charts and results and cheers me on. She came trotting down the hall looking
for me on the afternoon of our first ultrasound took me off to draw my blood (
in a perfect in and out, no problems like I usually get with my shy
veins) and gave us big hugs and smiles when we found out the results.
I
am going to miss her and one of the other nurses who is also an old timer and
incredibly kind and sweet. But I won't miss anyone else.
Symptom
wise I am feeling ok. No morning sickness, extreme dry mouth, slight nausea,
sense of nervousness and hyper-ness now and then and heightened emotions.
The heightened emotions are a problem because work is incredibly stressful and
I feel angry and disgusted a lot of the time. It is never the actual work or
the clients, it is always the politics, the petty unprofessional staff and the
lack of accountability that hurts the people we serve and makes the services
they receive a kind of Russian roulette. You can get really good service or you
can be devastated. It's a crap- shoot. And based on who you get to “serve”
you.
But
that’s another story for another day.
For
now I am still pregnant and very grateful. Thanks for all your support and
cheers along the way.
PS
Isobel is thriving and super cute and funny. I will do a post about her really
soon I promise!
