We got Chinese food for dinner last night. Here was my fortune:
Today, it came true. Maybe He hasn't given me everything I want along the way, but today I got what I wanted... a totally uneventful OB appointment.
I'm 10w3d and Spidey was measuring 10w3d. Whew! I got a nifty little picture of what's starting to actually resemble a miniature baby. You can discern the head, body, arms and legs. I don't have access to a scanner, so you'll have to use your imagination.
My blood pressure was high when they took it, and when they asked why I sort of half-screamed, "I'm nervous! I don't want this baby to be dead!" The nurse was like, "Um. Wow. Okay." She didn't say another thing to me, which was probably just as well because who knows what other stupidness would have come flying out of my piehole.
I got my favorite Doctor (he's been my GYN for 8 years, was my OB for Megan and did both of my D&Cs) and he was genuinely excited for us. He even started to explain to me that I could schedule my c-section for 39 weeks, blah, blah, blah. I told him to stop right there. I'm nowhere near ready to talk about that stuff, and I chastised him for trying to jinx everything. He just laughed at me and then gave me a big hug. I love him.
I did get gutsy and schedule my next 2 OB appts. Between the OB appts and the 2 appts with the high-risk doctor, I'm going to get sonograms every 2 weeks for the next couple of months. Wahoo!
Best of all . . . GOODBYE PROGESTERONE! No more estrogen, no more progesterone. I wish I could say I was sorry to see them go. But I'm just not.
Thank you a thousand times over again for all of your support and cheerleading. I wouldn't have made it this far with my sanity (semi-) intact without you guys.