Been awhile.
I'm still here, although not nearly as much. I guess I ran out of things to complain about, or REALLY worry over. Not that I didn't/don't worry... being pregnant is still scary, no matter what. It's just that I think I can believe that I'm working on growing a little person over here.We've told all of our families, most of our friends, and I've had good news at my midwife appointments. There was a scare a couple of weeks ago with some spotting, but I had my trusty doppler, and that heart was still pumping- so I tried not to panic. A later sono showed a little separation between my ute and the sac, and it isn't threatening the sprout.
Really, I just feel lucky. Lucky that IVF worked on the first try for us. Lucky that I never had any morning sickness to speak of. Lucky beyond all belief that there is a healthy being in me, with arms and legs and fingers and toes- ears that are starting to work. It shocks the ever living hell out of me at inopportune moments.
I am grateful.
