Dr. Sher only scheduled ultrasounds for 7 weeks and 10 weeks. Logically I know this makes sense since you can’t see a heart beat until between 6 and 7 weeks anyway, so why get attached so early if it isn’t going to work?
Problem is, I’m already attached.
And now I sit and wait. And wait some more.
I’ve heard nothing since the final, fabulous, beta.
I alternate between embracing this pregnancy fully: blabbing to everyone, knitting baby booties and sweaters, talking to the bubbles, etc. and being scared shitless: go.og.ling success rates after doubling betas, lack of symptom spotting (symptom spotting’s nasty 2nd cousin), etc.
I’m not sure what to do with myself. Going through IVF has a nice level of instant gratification, apparently I’ve gotten too used to it and I suck at waiting now. Even the daily shots aren’t so bad because it means you’re doing something every day. I guess I shouldn’t complain since I’m still taking the Bangladeshi hooker meds and a progesterone shot in the butt daily, but I just want to know if I’m actually pregnant or not.
Will my whole pregnancy be this way? Will I stress between every ultrasound? Is this just another shit sandwich that IF has served me? I thought I beat that bitch, but now it seems if I’m lucky enough to still be pregnant that I’ll be worried the whole time and won’t enjoy it.