Me and Donna Martin

We both graduated!! I’ve had “Donna Martin graduates, Donna Martin graduates” in my head all day long (except in my head, it was my name).

Ultrasound today went well. Measured 7w5d, so only 1 day off. Heart rate was 159. Got instructions on when to stop the Pr.ometrium. My doctor made all sorts of jokes with Mr H about me being the designated driver for the Superbowl. We also got forms to send in after DELIVERY! Yes, you read that correctly….delivery. And instructions to send baby pictures. I felt like I was living in an alternate universe for a while there. Kinda still feel that way.

The whole thing was very bittersweet. As glad (ecstatic) as I am that things are going well, I don’t want to leave. I don’t know what’s out there. I know I’ve said it before, but I know how to do the infertile thing…not sure how to do this other thing. Plus, I have never had a more attentive doctor in my life. The man emails me back on a Friday night…I certainly don’t do that for my clients. I’m hoping that the OB he recommended is almost as good.

I managed to stumble out of the office and proceeded to burst into hyseterical sobs at the elevator. The kind of sobs where you can’t catch your breathe and someone needs to hold you up. Other people probably thought we just got the worst kind of news…not the best. And I continued to sob in the car. I guess it was part the immense sense of relief, part disbelief since I honestly never thought I would make it this far, part joy and excitement, and part being scared out of my mind.

I’m still kind of all over the place (in case you couldn’t tell). Thanks for all of your support and good wishes. And I know I’ve been really bad at commenting, but I promise I’m reading and keeping up with all of you! I’m hoping tomorrow gets me out of my own head…going with my soon to be sis-in-law for her first dress fitting. Hopefully we’ll be able to make a fun girls day out of it.

February 2, 2008. pregnant, what next. 24 comments.