I started a post a few days ago that I thought I saved, but sadly it's lost in the blogosphere somewhere. We had our first ultrasound on 7/17 and we were thrilled to see a little tiny heart beat. We were in awe, even though I had started feeling the nausea set in, until you see that beating heart, it's anyone's guess how the 1st ultrasound will go. We were asked to come back a week later - which was today, where if everything went well, we would "graduate" to our OB. One week later, here we are, graduated and onto our OB. R and I made a very decision over the last couple of weeks, we decided to change OB practices so that we could deliver in the community hospital that is a mile and a half from our home, vs. staying with the OB whom we love at GW. As much as we wanted to stay with her, and that practice, the practicality of delivering a few minutes from home vs. an hour away just won out. I want things to be easy for R, who will be juggling Smiley, our dog, our families, if G_d willing we make it to our March due date. So I did some research and asked my RE about the practices who refer to them, and picked a group that has a great reputation. I go in on Monday 8/6 for an ultrasound, and the next day we go in for our initial appointment. Another beloved 2ww :)
The nausea has really set in at this point, I struggle with talking too much about how difficult it is, because I don't want to complain about something that so many people would give their left arm to have - and I know that feeling of want! I just want to be able to function without always feeling so sick. I was able to get some Zofran today from my RE's office, and I'm hoping that that will do the trick, I took it when I was pregnant with Smiley, I had horrible nausea for 16 weeks with her, I imagine I may be in for a similar ride.
So we're still in the game, I'm so grateful for having made it this far. Keeping hope alive that this little bundle will stick around for the long haul :)