Forgive me, ladies. My husband's out of town and I have no one else to talk to. (We made the mistake of telling friends and family about our last pregnancy, which ended in m/c. So this time around, my support network's rather sparse.)
I'm eight weeks pregnant to the day, which is the precise time when I had my last m/c, and I'm so on edge! Every time I pee, I'm afraid I'll see blood. Every day, I wonder, "Are my breasts as sore as they were yesterday? Are my symptoms disappearing? Are we going to have to live through such a horrific loss again?"
We saw our new little bean's heartbeat on an u/s at six and a half weeks and our doc, who is very compassionate and sensitive about our past experience, told us then that my uterus, the egg yolk and the baby's size all looked exactly as they ought to. But we know, better than anyone, the way everything can change on a dime.
Sorry this is a bit of a rant. But our doc just postponed our next appointment, and as a result, we haven't yet found out our beta and progesterone levels. Is it right to assume that he'd call if something looked low? Should I call in between appointments and be sure?
Man, I just want to celebrate and make my announcements! But instead I'm primed for one more month of nail-biting, hypochondria, and irrational tears. Thanks for listening! I'm so horribly scared!