The Longest Mile

So the OB has me coming back on April 8, which means that I will have gone for 16 days without an ultrasound. Normal pregnant ladies only go once a month, so going once every two weeks is both annoying because I keep having to go to the doctor and annoying because I was getting to see the progression of the embryos, from tiny little gestational sacs to actual squirmy things with limbs and spines and brains. But I have seem them every week:

4 weeks 5 days -- Sacs
5 weeks 5 days -- heartbeats
6 weeks 5 days -- development
7 weeks 5 days -- limbs
8 weeks 5 days -- they look human
9 weeks 2 days -- OB visit with the squirmy.

Which means tomorrow, 10 weeks and 2 days, will make it the longest I have every waited to see what was happening because I won't see anything then.

Anyway I keep nattering at Chris about the fact that I am worried. I'm not sleeping as much as I was. I have been eating a little more normally (smaller amounts, less often). I would feel more comfortable if I knew that everything was okay in there. But there is no way for me to know anything until April 8th.

I think I might die of frustration by then

My Doctor Changed My Due Date

I had figured that it would be October 22 whereas my new OB has determined that it is actually October 24, 2009 (which would have been my Grandmother Libby's 93 birthday). The thing that sucks about this is that if I had my old due date, I would be ten weeks pregnant today, whereas instead I am only 9 weeks and 5 days. It also means that I can't tell people for another two days after I thought (April 18 as opposed to April 16).

On the other hand, it means that my doctor saw the heartbeats when I was 5 weeks and 5 days pregnant so suck on that. It also means that my embryos (because they don't count as fetuses until Saturday) are measuring a couple days big.

They're All Wiggly!

They both wiggled their torsos, their butts, their little legs and arms.

They seem happy and healthy. We probably won't know anything else until April 8 when we have our next appointment.

They Kicked Me Out

The reproductive endocrinologist doesn't want to see me anymore. I have officially been treated and streeted.

Gossamer the embryo (it's not a fetus until next week) is measuring 4.46 cm with a heartbeat of 176 beats per minute.

Sweetums is measuring 4.32 cm with a heartbeat of 171 beats per minute.

First OB appointment is Monday.

I Have Foolishly Put Tickers On This Blog.

Which means I will now jinx everything and miscarry tomorrow.

I'm exhausted, my back is sore, I have to pee (again!), and I am wearing maternity clothing for the first time (thank you Angela!) and I am hungry and afraid that if I eat anything I will be sick.

I have crackers but I don't want them.

But that's okay with me.

Except for the jinx part. I've been jinxed enough.

I No Longer Have To Shoot Myself In The Butt

YEAY!!!!!!!

No more progesterone injections.

Also This:

The one on the left is, apparently, "Twin B"