There's Lil' Turkey. You can see her/his heart lighting up. Love love love this little baby. I am breathing the easiest I have since the positive result on the pregnancy test. Just seeing Turkey and a beating heart renews my hope.
I know I've said it before, but it's tough being pregnant after a loss. I was a nervous wreck this morning. I knew that once we went in that room there was no turning back. Up until that moment, I assumed things were okay due to my symptoms being strong and my pants getting smaller. But once we saw or didn't see a heartbeat, that was that. And it took a few minutes for me to find Lil' Turkey's heartbeat. I was trying not to panic as I scanned the screen for that little flicker that means so much. What a sigh of relief when I saw. I held back tears of joy, knowing that so far things are looking good.
As far as how I'm doing physically, well I still claim this is the toughest first trimester yet. The nausea is hit and miss throughout the day. I think I am figuring out how to control the amount of energy I have, and how I best use it. My good friend, heartburn, arrived a couple nights ago. My pants don't fit without the belly band, or I just wear maternity pants. And the foil taste in my mouth is still sticking around. But every ill feeling I have just reminds me that baby is growing and healthy. I try to be grateful for it all.
The appointment went well today. Heartbeat 174. Measuring 9 weeks 3 days, right on with my calculated due date of November 17th. One inch exactly. Lil' Turkey was sleeping for the ultrasound, so didn't get to see baby move, but I really didn't need to as long as that heart was flickering.