Well we had good news and bad news today.
We arrived quite early at the clinic and it was really quiet. There has been a lot of political unrest here recently, I’m not sure if the demonstrations put people off but we were seen in a record 15 minutes.
In the ultrasound room I lay holding WW’s hand (sweatily) while Dr W slowly swished the dildo cam back and forth.
‘There are two sacs,’ he told us, showing us the first. ‘This one is not good. You see the grey? Probably it’s bleeding inside, that’s why you had pain and bleeding. This is the second. Here is the sac, a good shape. Here is the embryo. You see the fluttering? That’s the heartbeat.’
So we lost one, just like you clever readers predicted but we still have another. The heart rate was 117bpm which seemed low but Dr said anything over 100 was fine.
I feel sad about the loss of one embryo but I suspect it was never developing very well and that’s why we kept having borderline numbers. We are thrilled to have one scrapper still with us. The Dr gave us good odds that the remaining one should be OK, so fingers crossed. Two more weeks until the next ultrasound.
I’m finally home now. Knackered from not sleeping much last night and waking at 4am. Going to take a nap now. Phew.