The 'P' Word

It appears that I am officially 'P.'

To the left, please note Ninja Blueberry Mutant, in all his glory. (I know it's a boy. Not that I care, though, because I don't. A BABY is what I care about.)

Heartbeat: 140/minute.

One healthy embryo, implanted where he belongs. Don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful.

DH got to see him first - the screen was turned away from me - but it was worth it, just to witness the look on his face. The lab tech was trying to do the scan quickly so that DH couldn't figure anything out or see the heart pattering away (since the RE was supposed to be the one to do the talking, at our follow-up appointment), but come on! Then why was DH allowed to be in the room in the first place? An amazed look suddenly came over DH's face - his jaw dropped for a moment, and he just stared at the picture. Then he said triumphantly to the tech, "Ha ha, you tried to move too fast for me, but I saw it! I know it's there!" She denied everything - she said when it's this early, patients can't tell what anything is on the screen - but he just laughed at her, so she gave up and turned the monitor to me so I could see the embie-baby.

Seriously. What was with the State Secret ... at a viability ultrasound for an IVF patient? Of course the neurotic possible-parents-to-be want to see what's going on! And the heartbeat is unmistakeable - a constant white flash - so I don't know what her deal was.

And she was reluctant to give us a picture, but she finally did when I said that I was just going to take a picture of it, then, with my camera.

But it was amazing. As I was getting dressed, DH sat on the tech's stool, alternating between staring at the picture and then staring at the screen.

We didn't talk about it afterward in the waiting room, but we were busting our guts to scream gleefully together!

At the follow-up, the RE waltzed in to the room and said immediately, "Everything is great, so you don't have to worry." He said that the embryo implanted in a great spot, and that his heartrate is 140 bpm, which was perfect. And he said that I'm at 6w5d, which I don't understand, but whatever. I don't care. I'm keeping my original due date unless my midwife says otherwise.

My response to the RE: "I am very happy with you!" LOL I said that I've sent at least 4 or 5 new patients his way, as my token of gratitude. :) He is da bomb. I love him.

More deets: I'm allowed to exercise again (since my ovaries look much better - just take it easy), I'm off the heavy-dose folic acid, no sex, suppositories for 2 more weeks, etc.

He asked if I wanted another u/s: YES, please! So I will return in two weeks to see the mutant parasite again. :)

On our way out, DH locked the IVF nurse in a bear hug, and then she hugged me, too. She's a great nurse: very professional and direct, and was clearly very happy for us.

So then DH and I bummed around the city. I finally felt 'safe' enough to buy a proper new bra for my expanding bustline (a really well-cut Calvin Klein - on sale).

Had a tough time eating lunch: everything stinks. It's a very weird thing. I finally settled on kick-ass haddock and fries - great quality, but I could not finish it. So now I'm hungry, but everything smells rancid. lol

Oh, and Uncle Kenny ROCKED last night, and so did Miranda Lambert! (Lady Antebellum was ok, but I'm not a big fan.) WE HAD SO MUCH FUN! I think we'll go see him again in August.

Whew! That is my story. I'm officially knocked up. It doesn't seem real to me. I can't even say the 'p' word.