Off to the GP today. In one hour ... and counting. Haven't seen him since I got a referral to IVFs-R-Us. I will be asking/begging/crying for an ultrasound. I've had a few weird pains, a bit crampy, so of course I'm a little freaked. La la la, trying not to think about it too much. Hmm hmm hmm. I so hope I'm concerned over nothing. I hope I get to update later with a pic of a healthy, 9-week fetus.
(Apparantly it's a fetus now). I was reading a pregnancy development site yesterday, and halfway through it perkily said "And .... your baby will be growing its anus this week!!" I have nearly finished off a whole jar of peanut butter in less than a week, when Mr TC questioned me I said "Well, I am growing an arse you know." Actually, my arse looks a bit bigger too .... I wonder why!?
(Apparantly it's a fetus now). I was reading a pregnancy development site yesterday, and halfway through it perkily said "And .... your baby will be growing its anus this week!!" I have nearly finished off a whole jar of peanut butter in less than a week, when Mr TC questioned me I said "Well, I am growing an arse you know." Actually, my arse looks a bit bigger too .... I wonder why!?
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Everything's cool. My GP is so lovely, freely admitting to knowing next to nothing about IVF procedures, but so thrilled and amazed for me. Got me a scan straight away. The sonographer was beautiful, reassuring and just a really nice person. Straight away she found the embie/fetus/baby, in all it's glory. It's trapped actually - underneath a massive, freaky pile of discarded follicles. Like a junkyard in there man *shudder* My follies are all still so large, she said no wonder I have had pain, and they will take a while to go down.
So, I've not worried all afternoon. But, as I was waiting in line at the store to buy a new jar of peanut butter, it suddenly dawned on me. I am an irrational worrier - about all things. Always. I worry Mr TC will die in a fiery car crash. Or Tiger will be abducted by a stranger. Or I'll suddenly develop an inoperable tumour. Our house will burn down in a bushfire; my teeth will fall out; our plane will crash at Christmas time and kill us all and we haven't written wills. Etc.
It's natural to worry in the first trimester, and even more so if it's an IVF pregnancy. I'm sure I will not magically stop worrying at 12 weeks. But hopefully I can start managing my worry a bit better, so it's not so crippling.
Today, I was gratefully given 9 weeks, 188bpm worth of non-worry.
8 comments:
Good luck with the arse-generation.
Sounds like an awfully important step :)
J
Slowly pulling back from the land of the brainless.........
Hope the visit to the Doc's goes ok. I'm sure all will be ok.
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yeahy tc- you have a pg ticker up! how exciting?
Wooo hooo for peanut butter! and hopefully you swindled yourself an U/S
That's just great news. See, I told you it would be ok.........
What a great picture! Go little swimmer!
Hey, is that an anus I see in the u/s pic?
Enjoy the peanut butter!
So glad you got your 9 week scan. So very cool isn't it!!
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