My ultrasound has been moved to tomorrow at 7:45 am. I will just be six weeks. I’m pretty disappointed. I wanted the ultrasound to be at or around six and a half weeks to make sure we had a viable chance to see a heartbeat, which would relieve all kinds of anxieties.
First, they “forgot” that they weren’t seeing patients next week. Then, they scheduled me for Friday morning, 6 weeks 2 days. I wanted to give the babe as long as possible before the first ultrasound, so I rescheduled for Saturday at 10 am. Well, they had to schedule surgery on Saturday, and the only time they can now do it is tomorrow morning at 7:45. At least it doesn’t give me much time to get worked up.
The odds are really good we won’t see a heartbeat tomorrow, and then I will have to wait another three weeks for that blessed reassurance. I won’t have another ultrasound until after the first of the year. Nine weeks, in fact. A milestone. My first pregnancy went to 8 weeks 6 days. I’m not at all excited about this turn of events. In fact, I’m pretty disappointed, and the timing seems perfect to trigger all kinds of miscarriage grief and anxiety.
I suppose I should say that Operation Distraction isn’t cancelled but has been temporarily suspended.
