Yesterday, DH asked when we were going to have an US to see if there was actually a baby. I was like “uh, it’s tomorrow…” He totally forgot. Then he said “Do you feel bad at all that this baby is already totally the “second baby” even though we haven’t even had an ultrasound yet? Like I totally forgot it was tomorrow. Not like I forgot you were pregnant and stuff, but there’s so much going on in life, it’s not on my mind as constantly as it was last time”… I think that’s just life though. We’re over the moon and so excited, but there’s more going on than just this. Last time, it was basically the only thing going on in our life. The only thing we focused on anyway. Now we’re in charge of a tiny human. She steals some focus.
This morning’s ultrasound was during the monitoring times so it was at 630am. And if you’re not there by like 610 at the latest, who knows how many people will be in front of you in line. So we got Clementine out of bed a split second before we left, put her in the car still half asleep, and were on our way. I went in and then when I was called back, DH and baby came inside and met me back in the room. Of course once she was with me, Daddy wasn’t good enough, so I literally had my ultrasound with Clementine laying across my chest. A little different experience than last time.
The tech said everything looked great. A nice strong HB of 144. I’m 7w2d, she said I measured at 7w4d, but that the machine has a 3 day error possibility, so essentially, I’m right where I should be. Based on conception date…. well actually, when conception date should be, based on transfer date (since actual conception was May 2016), I’m due February 9, 2019. Now I just have to get my records sent over to my new OBGYN (a post for another day) so I can set up my first appointment with them.
A photo dump of my sweet Clementine just because:
Unplanned Infertility 
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