We made it through another scan. First, the good, which I know is what I should be concentrating on– there is a still a good strong heartbeat.
The doctor put the gestational age at just shy of 7 weeks when we were in the u/s room, but then he marked 6++ on my chart. Of course I freaked out and asked for clarification after he had already left the room. So he had to come back in and talk me back off the ledge. I’m glad he’s patient.
They couldn’t measure heartbeat in any precise way with the equipment on hand, but he counted and it looked like it was about 120 bpm, which seems within normal range. The fetus is measuring 4.4 mm and, if we are to go by last week’s measurements, we should be at 6 weeks, 6 days now. So it seems like it’s a couple of days behind again– and it was already a couple of days behind. Also, he eyeballed the embryonic sack and called it a little on the small side. But again, no exact measurements. So of course I am googling what a small embryonic sack could mean and finding everything from ‘doesn’t matter at all as long as the embryo is measuring fine’ to 80% CHANCE OF MISCARRIAGE. That last thing didn’t come from a reputable source, though– came from a manic infertile on a message board that I usually disregard because is full of blinkies.
So I’m not relaxed yet. I don’t know when I will relax. Another awful 11 weeks+ miscarriage in the blogosphere today. How do you relax when this kind of thing happens on a regular basis?
Another u/s at the end of next week. I think my doctor ordered it out of pity for Vanessa, since I am clearly a head case. Unfortunately, Vanessa’s going to be out of town, so I’m trying to decide if I’m comfortable having a friend in the room for what, at this point, is still a pretty intimate event in terms of the imaging machinery involved, or if I’m going to go it alone.