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I had an ultrasound this afternoon, which revealed:
One (1) gestational sac, containing one (1) blob-like fetus measuring approximately 9 weeks, with a teensy little blinking heartbeat at 167 bpm. All exactly as it should be.
I know far too many people who've had a good first ultrasound only to have it all go to hell later on in the pregnancy to feel truly secure. But I feel much more confident now that I know there's something in there doing what it should.
Confident enough to start talking about it publicly and introduce K to the idea that she will be getting a baby sibling for her birthday. She was intrigued at the thought of a baby coming to live with us and fascinated by the ultrasound pictures, until her dinner arrived and then the pepperoni on her pizza took precedence. Priorities, after all.
I would scan the pictures, but they're truly just little blobs, with only one where you can maybe distinguish some proto-limbs. I was a bit disappointed to have an abdominal instead of a transvaginal ultrasound this time - the far better picture quality from K's first ultrasound more than made up for the personal violation. But I'm going back in three weeks for the nuchal translucency screen, so I'll get much better pictures then.
I've been waiting to bestow the prenatal nickname until I knew there was something healthy in there. I think I will continue in the tradition of medieval English saints, in line with my username and K's prenatal nickname, Frideswiede. So our little tadpole looks like an Aethelryth to me, possibly to become Wulfrith if it turns out to be a boy (assuming that it's much more cooperative on ultrasounds than its older sister).
So now I let out a sigh of relief, and go back to languishing on the couch thinking very hard about not throwing up.
One (1) gestational sac, containing one (1) blob-like fetus measuring approximately 9 weeks, with a teensy little blinking heartbeat at 167 bpm. All exactly as it should be.
I know far too many people who've had a good first ultrasound only to have it all go to hell later on in the pregnancy to feel truly secure. But I feel much more confident now that I know there's something in there doing what it should.
Confident enough to start talking about it publicly and introduce K to the idea that she will be getting a baby sibling for her birthday. She was intrigued at the thought of a baby coming to live with us and fascinated by the ultrasound pictures, until her dinner arrived and then the pepperoni on her pizza took precedence. Priorities, after all.
I would scan the pictures, but they're truly just little blobs, with only one where you can maybe distinguish some proto-limbs. I was a bit disappointed to have an abdominal instead of a transvaginal ultrasound this time - the far better picture quality from K's first ultrasound more than made up for the personal violation. But I'm going back in three weeks for the nuchal translucency screen, so I'll get much better pictures then.
I've been waiting to bestow the prenatal nickname until I knew there was something healthy in there. I think I will continue in the tradition of medieval English saints, in line with my username and K's prenatal nickname, Frideswiede. So our little tadpole looks like an Aethelryth to me, possibly to become Wulfrith if it turns out to be a boy (assuming that it's much more cooperative on ultrasounds than its older sister).
So now I let out a sigh of relief, and go back to languishing on the couch thinking very hard about not throwing up.
