Oddities were in the air today at our fertility clinic. We waited nearly 45 minutes after the scheduled start time of our ultrasound before being called back to the examination room. It was a family affair, Nola reading Charlie & Lola books and constantly hoping she wasn’t going to be involved in the scrim of doctors and nurses. The prolonged waiting room stay was difficult with Nola in-tow, and our wait time grew, my impatience and sense of urgency grew along with it.
Our nurse was nice, but also a bit vague when doing the ultrasound. She lacked the reassurance infertile couples need when going through this process. At 5 weeks 6 days, they were yet to detect the heart beat or the fetal pole. You could see it, fleetingly, but she couldn’t get a clear enough picture to measure it. She said it was normal, but the words coming out of her mouth didn’t match her tone.
We have a lovely gestational sac and a perfect yolk sac that have both been confirmed and documented. After the ultrasound, we met with our doctor who performed the transfer and he said everything was normal, and that it’s very likely we won’t see the heartbeat or fetal pole until the next week or so.
It’s nearly impossible not to worry when they are looking for something and don’t find it - even when it’s very early and nothing is wrong. Constance and I have done the research (everything IS normal!) and have reassured each other that we won’t worry about it until there’s something to worry about, but I find myself worrying nonetheless.
Next week should tell us more. Here’s hoping the picture is a little clearer 7 days from now.