8 Weeks? Ultrasound

I know I left everyone in the dark yesterday after my ultrasound. Well, actually, I didn't know this until I went to bed last night, since I completely forgot about updating the blog. So, here goes.

Now, yesterday I was 7w5d. I had to go back for a repeat ultrasound because at the last one, my baby didn't yet have a heartbeat. I was nervous, especially since earlier this week I was freaking out due to a rude comment someone made to me, and I thought that something might be wrong. But, at the same time, I wasn't too nervous, because I knew this would go okay.

The appointment, though, was a little strange.

The nurse (whom I never met before) greeted us and asked me how I was feeling. I told her that I have my good days and my off days, and today was an off day. At that point, I had already starting feeling crappy (it just passed 3pm, go figure), and I was developing a headache that very quickly turned into a migraine. She kind of looked at me strangely and asked if I was nauseous, and I told her that sometimes I am, and sometimes I just feel yucky, but not like I have to throw up. She also seemed confused about this too. So, she told me to jump on the table and we'll see what's going on.

I know what is going on, lady. I'm pregnant.

But, I got ready and got up on the table and waited for the doctor. It doesn't take long before he comes in, and I realize this is a doctor I've never met before. He didn't even tell me his name. I heard another patient mention something about how my doctor either had surgery  himself, or was in a surgery, and so, it made sense that I'd have some interim doctor instead, but usually it's the other doctor who practices there, so this took me by surprise.

The nurse told him I wasn't feeling well, and he asked me to lie back and get this show on the road. And so, I did.

I held my breath all for a moment until I saw, pretty much right away, that flicker of a heartbeat on the monitor, even before he got a good angle on my little squiggle. When he did, I saw it much better, and he pointed out to me that the flickering was the heartbeat. Never before was there a more beautiful sight. When he got the wand in a good position, he was able to focus in on the heartbeat and play back the sound of it, and that brought tears to my eyes. What an amazing thing, for something as small as a blueberry to have its very own heartbeat. It is truly surreal.

So, Squiggle's heartbeat is 150 bpm, which is great! Next, he measured the gestational sac, and the baby itself, and then checked my womb for any other sacs that we might have missed.  When he was all done, I sat up and he gave me my print outs from the sonogram.

And now, another confusing part.

I asked him if I was measuring okay, since last time, I was measuring a couple days behind. He replied to me, "You are measuring bigger than you should be, so it's good." But, he didn't tell me the measurement, and I was too lost in my la-la land to ask him. Later, when we were in the car, I noticed the sonogram pictures say the gestational age (which is the age from conception) is 7w1d. This means, if he is saying I am measuring "bigger" than I should be, that they are calculating my due date a different way than I am, and somehow have me back in the sixth week still?

Not only that, but after the doctor left, the nurse said to me, "Well, now we know why you are feeling sick, don't we?"

Did you look at my chart, lady? I already had three beta tests done, and an ultrasound to confirm pregnancy. I already knew why I felt sick.

I am truly wondering if either of them looked at my chart at all.

In either case, I am sticking with my due date and my calculation. That means that I am measuring a few days behind still, but that's okay, because a few days really isn't much of a difference this early on.

On the way home, my headache turned into a migraine, and I very quickly started to feel worse. I almost puked getting out of the car, and once I got into the house, I took some tylenol, grabbed my ice mask and went right up into bed to sleep it off. Thankfully, I woke up and the migraine was gone, but the nausea was not gone, and continued through the night. And today, my body has decided that it's a good thing to wake up at 4 am and be starving, so here I am, and here I go to get breakfast. :)

Oh, and here's my darling Squiggle: