I was a little on edge driving to the clinic this morning because my husband had turned to me in bed earlier and said "oh crap, your ultrasound is when?"
Men. Seriously. He was there when I scheduled it! And it's the same exact appointment time as last week's.
"Don't panic." I told myself, "he's already seen the baby on the ultrasound twice and we heard the heartbeat so everything will be fine."
Then the little paranoid voice inside my head argued with the rational voice. "But...you were measuring three days behind last time and three days is nearly half a week and a week behind is BAD. Plus you don't even feel pregnant."
I get to the office and it's the typical crowded masses I've gotten used to at this Monday appointment time. Back when I used to go at 8:30 it was a lot less crowded but at 10 it's packed to the brim. And a lot of people looked really stressed, staring into their phone or looking down at their shoes. It reminded me of the line that Jack Nicholas says in the waiting room of his therapist's office:
"What if this is as good as it gets?
Getting back to the important part of the story, everything went great with the ultrasound! The pregnancy is measuring 7 weeks, 6 days so we caught up two days! I graduated from the fertility clinic (see ya!) and they even gave me a free Baby Bargains book. Maybe this is really happening! I still feel great (knock on wood) and I'm three pounds below my pre-IVF weight, 9 pounds below post-IVF weight.