I was on house arrest for two weeks. After the first week I went back in and the blood clot had gotten a little smaller but not by much. This appointment was our 9 week appointment and I walked in with so many unfounded fears. T and F had never made it to 9 weeks and this was a huge milestone. My fears consisted of the idea that the blood clot had ruptured and filled my uterus with blood. I don't even know if that is possible but I was almost sure that had happened. So I was incredibly relieved when I saw the sweet little baby wiggling around on the screen and heart beating at a healthy pace. I was a little disappointed that the blood clot was still there but at that moment I was just so happy to see the baby.
Once I got home and started thinking about my past week and the next few weeks I started feeling so overwhelmed thinking of having to stay on house arrest for months. I just didn't know what I was going to do with myself. So the second week I allowed myself to leave the house a few times. We went to church, I went to my friend's house to get my haircut and even made it to my sister-in-law's birthday party. I figured I would be sitting down resting at all those places just as easily as my house and getting out really helped my mood.
My new haircut and 9 weeks 4 days pregnant. Are we sure there aren't 2 in there?
My 10 week appointment was scheduled for Tuesday the 30th, or so I thought. I went in and it had actually been scheduled for Thursday. I do not handle change very well and I did not handle the fact that my appointment was not at my weekly day and time. I tried to reschedule but the best they had was at their other office on Wednesday. So I went home and counted the hours before my appointment the very next day. I was really grumpy about having to go to my appointment on Wednesday; Kara couldn't go with me like she had been, I would have to go to a different office at a different time and with a different tech. So I was having a little tantrum in my heart. Also, I didn't have the strength to hear that the blood clot was still there and that I would have to stay on house arrest longer. Begrudgingly I dragged myself to my appointment. As soon as I saw the baby on the screen all of my negative emotions melted away. The baby was healthy and strong, and this was really the only thing that mattered. I kept looking above the baby for the blood clot. I must say, over the past 5 weeks that I have been doing this, I have gotten pretty good at reading the screen. It was gone! I could no longer see the big blob of black that for weeks has sat above the baby. I asked the tech if she saw it and they can't really say much but she thought if it wasn't gone it was really small. I felt so relieved thinking that I would not longer have to be restricted to my couch. Oh that feeling was amazing.
The next two weeks were pretty uneventful. I went and saw my regular OB for my first prenatal appointment with them. Also, Dr. H has been slowly lowering my dosages which means I am almost done with the fertility doctor and on to a "regular" pregnancy with monthly exams instead of weekly. I should be done with shots in a few days which is so awesome. After more than 100 shots it is coming to an end. Yay!
Also, F is going to be coming into town on Sunday and we will be going to lunch together. I am so excited to see her and finally give her all of the pictures I have been meaning to send her. Plus she will get to see the belly that has been growing mercilessly. It is going to be a fun weekend.