This morning was our first ultrasound. 7w1d. I was so anxious, I didn't sleep well and I woke up a few times in the night. We ended up getting there early, and the whole time I was just trying to relax. Breathe. It wasn't easy and I was really just one step away from a panic attack the whole time.
When they finally called us back, I was so on edge I wasn't sure I'd make it all the way back to the room.
The tech was the same woman from 2 years ago, when I was pregnant with Connor and she seemed to remember us. She was so nice and friendly. I got on the table and laid down and Connor started to get nervous. Hubby picked him up and they came and stood by me, to show him everything was ok.
She warned us that it was still early and the over-the-belly u/s might not catch the heartbeat, in which case she'd have to use a more...in depth option. The jelly was cold; it always is. She started rubbing the wand on my belly, apologizing for the cold and having to push around. I told her "you do your thing, I'm good here as long as the baby is fine." Couple seconds and *bam* "There's the baby. See that fluttering there? That's the heartbeat. Let's see if we can hear it." There is no better sound in the world. I felt a weight lift off of me as soon as I heard that rapid pulse. I cried. More than I would like to admit, but I can't properly put to text the anxiety I have been feeling, building for the last couple weeks. It's amazing and so comforting to see that tiny blip and hear its heartbeat.
Bonus! No hemorrhage like I had with Connor. This one, so far, is just straight up healthy. *whew*
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