I've been anxiously awaiting today's appointment, since we were going to have an ultrasound.
Then yesterday, I started to bleed. Just for a short time, but enough to be scary. I was terrified and tried to prepare myself for the worst. And by "prepare myself", I mean that I cried.
I didn't want to do the shots. I didn't want to go to the doctor's. If bad things were going to happen, I just wanted to stop and ignore it.
But that didn't happen.
Last night, I injected myself with the shots.
And today I went into the doctor.
And he was there. Right on track size-wise for where he should be.
We saw the little teeny heart beating. We heart the swoosh swoosh.
And I cried again.