8 Week Ultrasound

I knew this pregnancy would be nerve wracking for me, but I under estimated how much so. I seem to over analyze every symptom and read into things way too much. It's driving Cody crazy. On Saturday I wasn't sick at all. I went from throwing up bile last week, to no sickness this weekend. Yesterday I was a tiny queasy, but not enough to convince me I was still pregnant.

I talked to my doctor and he is so wonderful. He's always more than happy to see me any time and do any kind of test (within reason). So he got me in for an ultrasound within 45 minutes of talking to him! I knew my nerves wouldn't let me wait another day so I quickly dressed the kids, combed their hair, threw some clothes on myself, and headed out the door. I was very nervous about taking the kids with me to this particular ultrasound because we hadn't told them about the baby yet. Ethan somehow found out about the last pregnancy and he took the miscarriage pretty hard.

Let me just say that I have the sweetest, most mature, strong, and compassionate five year old boy. He actually held my hand and stroked my hair during the test, just like Cody would have done. I was really nervous and he kept saying "It's okay Mom. Everything is fine. You're going to be fine." Wow, I love that kid!!! My fears were settled when the tech and the doctor agreed that everything is perfect. The baby has a 163 heart beat and is measuring right on. I'm still not sick today though. The doctor said I should count my lucky stars that I feel better! He also said he's always happy to have me in when I feel nervous. I wish everyone had a Dr. Mike!