The Stories of our Lives

I’m still not sure of this pregnancy’s age – I’m expecting it to range between 9-10 and 13 weeks. As I mentionned earlier (last paragraph), I had my reservations on the pregnancy’s progression in its beginning; there has not been other specific worrisome signs since, and I have been fed with similar and worst pregnancy stories all with a good ending in the meantime, but it is necessarily a doubt that has shadowed me through the weeks. It has been like being astride two horses at once, these last weeks – a part of me doesn’t want to get over-enthused, from fear of disappointement, and the other is trying to hold a positive attitude to give the pregnancy its fair chance and send a good energy to the foetus.

Tomorrow we’ll know. I have an appointment with the OB/Gyn in the morning. She will probably measure my uterus to try to figure out the age of the pregnancy, and will undoubtly try to hear the baby’s heartbeat. I’m expecting to be about 13 weeks along; if that is the case, there’s a good chance for us to hear the heartbeat. This is my ideal scenario : it doesn’t guarantee the ultrasound will be perfect, but it would appease my fear of a miscarriage and it would let me breathe the rest of the day.

Late in the afternoon is the appointment at the hospital for the first ultrasound, probably with my same OB/Gyn. She was the one who did both of Xavier’s ultrasounds, and she does a great job with those (and she gives out many copies, yay!). If we haven’t been able to hear the heart that morning, it’s then we’ll know what to expect. Frank will be present for this appointment; maybe we’ll ask if we can film the monitor.

I leave you with this, then. I’ll be back tomorrow night with news and – I’m really hoping! – pretty ultrasound images. Good night to you (I know I won’t be sleeping, hehe!!)