So I woke up at 2 am and never got back to sleep. That was enough to make me call the RE to switch my ultrasound to today, instead of Monday, so I could actually sleep again. And one thing I’ve gotta say about the RE, it is awesome having same day appointments!
The fab news from the u/s is the heart was beating away at 167. That is an awesome number! The thing that wasn’t so awesome? They measured me at 7w1d, four days behind where I am supposed to be. That translates to 5 days of growth in a 9 day period. That is not cool. Of course, they say it is no big deal, the baby is so tiny it is hard to get the exact measure, blah blah blah….
I’ve heard that before. I was measuring behind on my second loss and they said not to worry. I’m not so trusting this time.
So I’m going to try to get into my OB next week for another u/s and bring up my concerns that they need to see me every week or so until I hit the second tri. I love my OB when I miscarry. They are wonderful then. When I’m pregnant? They act like I’m just any other normal pregnant lady and that I should just relax. Unless they are putting me into a medically induced coma for the next 5 weeks, I can guarantee there will be moments where I feel confident and happy, but also lots of moments of the exact opposite.