I want to be happy. I really do, but we were scared as we waited for the results of what was seen.
With irregular periods the “clinical dating lacks behind menstrual dating”…and although there is a heartbeat, it was not what it should be.
Today is the first day the heartbeat can be acknowledged. It’s seven beats away from what’s considered normal.
When I got home from the appointment I immediately started researching and it’s scary to think that maybe the little bugger won’t make it this time. I hate statistics and I hate that I take for granted that everything should go according to a healthy little plan.
He thinks I’m not thinking positively. And it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that it’ll be easier to recoil into misery and sadness if the pregnancy does fail rather than reverse a cheerful attitude.
According to the u/s I’m six weeks along. I’d have an August baby.
I want an August baby.
I want my baby.
Say a prayer for us.
itsy bitsy mama