One-hundred and eighty degrees for last Monday was today, a peaceful, easy morning at the IVF clinic. Unlike our hour-long wait to get into the ultrasound room last Monday, this morning we showed up 10 minutes early and were escorted right into the ultrasound room where our favorite nurse, Peggy, sat waiting for our moment of truth.
It really did feel like a reckoning of sorts. Despite our best efforts to be calm after last week’s no-heartbeat/no fetal pole look at what was to be our baby, we spent 6 off-kilter days refusing to admit that our here-and-there bickering was a result of worry. I was worried that today would be bad news. Thankfully, there was not such news to be delivered.
The embryo’s heartbeat was 130bpm, which is quite strong for a little one! In fact, according to our nurse (and me and Constance) it looked perfect in every way, which isn’t to say there’s nothing left to not worry about. But we’re not really the worrying type. Now we feel good, lighter than last week, and optimistic for the weeks to come.
If all checks out good at our appointment next Monday, we are done with the IVF clinic and on to living life as a normal pregnant couple. Huzzah to that, my friends.