If the spotting would just stop, I could feel better about this pregnancy. And if the nausea would be more reliable, and if I had an ultrasound machine next to my bed.
I am not sure how I should best weather these times between ultrasounds, and the time until mid-July, by which, if I'm still pregnant, we would have a much better chance of a successful pregnancy.
Inside me, if he's still there, he's developing a four-chambered heart, which is even more complicated than it sounds. That's how his sister tripped up last December, the miscarriage I had then. That baby's particular chromosomes just didn't push past the four-chambered heart hurdle. She had a heartbeat at seven weeks, but that was a single-chambered heart. As she endeavored to add the three extra chambers, the renovation just did her in.
So I'm hoping that this baby fords through and develops chambers like a champ. Because if he doesn't, I'll be laid up at Alta Bates Hospital surgical center, getting another dreary D&C. No thanks!
