The sonographer was so lovely last night. She talked me through everything and showed me as much as she could (at seven weeks).
The baby’s heart is beating away furiously (I have a little video!) and he* measures 7 weeks and 1 day (I was 7w2d yesterday).
Amazing – he is now 11.5mm, which is almost three times bigger than last week’s 4mm (assuming the trainee measured correctly).
He is GROWING! The heart is still beating!
It truly is a miracle.
My next appointment at the EPAU is in 3 weeks (I’ll be 10w2d).
In the meantime, I can’t get any more reassurance than I’ve already had. It’s time to face up to it and make the absolute most of this pregnancy.
And I’m not kidding, I feel 10 years younger.
I can’t get over how well I feel.
I was so, so nauseous (for 10 long weeks with DS1 and 12 even longer weeks with DS2), it is amazing that I am feeling so well. No exhaustion, the odd wave of nausea, but nothing like the ALL-DAY-EVERY-DAY I’ve had before. Why is it different?? I didn’t think it was possible to be pregnant without feeling utterly repulsed by every single food in existence. Is there something in our diet that affects morning sickness? (I have read theories about magnesium deficiency). Are the huge quantities of fruits and veg that I eat now the reason I feel so well?
Last night I sat in front of the telly (a rare week night treat) and scoffed a plate of chopped up carrot, humous, melon, strawberry and banana and it tasted like the best food in the world.
Whatever. I just love how wonderful it is to be 7 weeks along and not be paralysed on the sofa because I feel too sick to move. Having little ones to look after, I was worried about surviving the first trimester. I had plans to not feel guilty about too much telly and too much soft play.
Ha! At this rate I’ll have more energy than the husband, ha ha ha! Long may it last 🙂
*For convenience I’m going to use the pronoun ‘he’ because it’s less clumsy than s/he, she or he, or it.