A Little More About Monday's Appointment

You ladies are so sweet! I just love getting all these encouraging comments and knowing that you are praying for me. It really means a lot.

I wanted to write more after my ultrasound appointment on Monday, but I was just so sick and exhausted that I could barely sit at my computer.

I have never been so sick in all my life...Well maybe except for the time I drank contaminated water in Thailand. ha! I am now taking a little miracle pill called Zofran. Boy, it has helped me so much. It doesn't make me completely well. But it makes a big difference. And I just keep reminding myself that sickness is a good sign.

I was nervous at my appointment. When I got there I first went to the bathroom in the waiting room, and I remembered how the last time I was there I cried in that bathroom, remembering the sadness of our last miscarriage. But this time I didn't cry. I waited in the lobby, and pretty soon they called me back for the ultrasound. The tech explained the procedure, and I thought, "I've had a million of these!!"

I really despise getting ultrasounds. The techs don't give you much info, and I'm always left wondering if something's wrong and she's just not telling me. It's an awful feeling. But I remained calm. And I was so thankful when right away she said, "Okay, I see the baby. And I see a heartbeat." I'm not sure what I said....Maybe "Good!!" or "Really?!" I felt so much relief. But still, she didn't give me a lot of details so I was kind of holding my breath wondering if everything was really okay. After it was all over she said, "Congratulations!" I thought to myself, "Surely she wouldn't be telling me congratulations if anything was wrong!" So I allowed myself to relax a little.

I went back to the waiting room and waited to see the doctor. I love my doctor so much. He's so sweet and friendly and kind. When I finally got called back and got to see him he was all smiles. He said, "I've got a good feeling about this!" He said that he was so happy to see me coming back through. He commented on how the baby is exactly where it's supposed to be, the sac looks very healthy, it's measuring right on target. Everything looked great!!

I'm still cautiously optimistic. I will breathe a small sigh of relief once I make it 8 weeks (farther than I've ever been). But I don't know when I will totally let my guard down...maybe when I hold that sweet baby in my arms after a healthy delivery!!

One of my sweet blog friends said that she is praying for me to have Irish twins! I'd never heard that term before, so I looked it up and found that it refers to 2 babies born to the same mother within 12 months. She is praying that we'll get to adopt Little Guy and also have this baby. I'm praying for Irish twins too!!! :) I'd love to have my 2 babies grow up together and be the best of friends.

Well, as a matter of fact, I hear Little Guy squirming and fussing in his little bassinet so I'd better go check on him. Thank you again for all of your prayers!! Thank You, Lord, for all You've done!!