It was back to the Doctors on Monday. I tried to have a full bladder but unfortunately the imaging wasn't good and I was instructed to pee and get ready for a vaginal scan. Uhhh.
The doctor came at me with a "condomed", lubricated rod that he insisted wouldn't even hurt. Yeah right. There's a big difference between intimate sexual relations and long rods in the doctor's surgery. Anyhoo....
After a few minutes of gritted teeth, sharp intakes of breath and winces of pain, a little tadpole appeared on the screen. Now I don't know if I was imagining it, but it seemed to be facing me straight on with it's arms out as if to say; "Here I am!! Wanna hug?" It's little heart was racing and the doctor had trouble measuring because it kept moving around! Suddenly I forgot the rod and the un-waxed bikini line and the uncomfortableness and the worry.
The little thing measured in at 9 weeks and 2 days, which sounds about right. We even got a dark little blurry imaged photo to take home with us. The doctor reminded me that we were still in the danger zone and that my body was still trying to sort out any chromosomal abnormalities. He also said that the baby had implanted quite low down and near to my cervix which would explain the spotting (which I haven't had in a week now. Thank goodness.).
So I've had the lovely Dawn's words echoing in my head, every little thing is gonna be alright... I'm sure they're the lyrics of a song. Well they are in my mind.
So here's to making it to twelve weeks...
Fingers crossed.
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People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one, and we've just begun,
Think I'm gonna have a son.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,
Sun is gonna shine above.
Chorus:
And even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.
Seems as though a month ago I beta chi, never got high,
Oh, I was a sorry guy.
And now a smile, a face, a girl that shares my name,
Now I'm through with the game, this boy will never be the same.
(To chorus:)
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none, now we've just begun,
Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun.
(To chorus:)
Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind, buddy, take her home,
Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.
(To chorus:)
Good lord child - I sat on you site for half an hour this afternoon wanting to write and make sure everything was ok - but thought better of it and decided to wait for you to post. I don't want to type the scary thoughts and wondering but I was concerned. I'm SO VERY HAPPY everythings fine so far. Tough week for me - as much as I tried to find a way to go back to Indiana and go to the funeral I just can't and it breaks my heart - I so want to hold her daughter Emily in my arms and Hug rusty here husband - no one said life was ever fair.
I'm better now, at least I could focus at work today and be productive.
Stay in touch kid - I'm thinking about you and worry - like old gay uncles do -
XO Uncle Brad
(brad, you make me wish i had had a gay uncle.)
anyway, lovey, here is your song. claim it. the title is apropos, since bob titled it 'three little birds' which you will soon be.
http://www.oneworldpi.org/sounds/04_Three_Little_Birds.mp3
take a deep breath, look at life with love in your eyes and you gonna be fine, child.
xoxoxox to you
from texas
Dang ! I got the song wrong ? Dawn is way smarter than me ( ? I? )
I like both songs and I sing badly anyway!!!
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