Turns out I haven't been nauseous for nothing. There is a little gummy bear* (more like a gummy worm at this point, really) with a beating heart in there. There being my uterus. Still hard to believe, but the evidence cannot be ignored. While I calculated that I was 7w0d, the wee one measured 7w3d. Although the internet tools told me the due date (if there is one) will be on March 11, Dr. RE said it would be March 6. The day Mr. A and I got married. Oat's birthday. A very wonderful day indeed.
There was a lovely young doc who was set up to do the u/s, but they couldn't find my chart. Turns out Dr. RE had snatched it up, since you know, he wanted to do the u/s himself. And then our nurse walked into the room for another reason, and ended up tagging out the nurse on duty. She too wanted to be there. The young doc ended up performing the u/s and, although young, not too green
to keep silent. She voiced in the first 20 seconds that she found the
heartbeat. Dr. RE said he couldn't see any collection of blood (no SCH - thank the lord), and he commented that the lining looked good. I checked in at the end with the young doc just to make sure there was nothing concerning that she saw, and she said there was absolutely nothing concerning. At this stage it all looks like it should.
Dr. RE, not surprisingly, was incredibly thoughtful in planning for the next steps. He wasn't sure whether SG would order a repeat u/s, but he remembered well the timing of the fetal demise last time (9w). He said we would be booked for another u/s on August 7. I love this man so much.
It's early days, women. There are still many, many mileposts to cross. But you can't get to those mileposts without crossing this one. So today, I'm just going to be happy we've gotten this far. Thank you for keeping us in your thoughts. It feels so steadying to be supported by our great medical teams and you, amazing friends.
*I'm trying to think of something else to call this growing bean in my belly, but so far, that's all I've got.