9 Weeks

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.