I know my posts are less frequent and probably boring lately. I’m just so tired. And not much is going on-I’m just trying to stay sane. For the last couple of weeks I’ve been so preoccupied with not puking, that I didn’t worry too much about the babies. Now that I’m feeling better (phergan is my new BFF!), I have more energy to worry about them.
We have an ultrasound on Friday to get another peek and see how they are doing-and I’m scared to death. I could cope if I lost one of the babies-but I have this huge fear that I will go in and history will repeat itself. The my RE will look at my sadly and say that she can’t find a hearbeat-on either baby. Logically I tell myself that the odds are in our favor (I’m not really sure if that’s true, but that’s what I’m going with), but it doesn’t take away the fear-the fear that the pain I’ve felt before will resurface.
I’m ready to be excited about these babies, ready to tell people our good news and to start to plan for them. But, we just aren’t there yet and I have to be patient. It’s a virtue, right?
My baby at 8 weeks
- You can’t feel it yet, but she’s moving those arms and legs like crazy!
- Her fingers and toes are now only slightly webbed, and her tail (yes, she had one) is gone.
- Fun fact: your baby’s taste buds are now forming.