Thankful for all the incredible people in our lives that are saying prayers for our levels to increase! And they did! Again, praise the Lord! Our levels increased to 2,362, which is a healthy increase that I will not complain about!
I cannot complain about anything else either. Every step on this journey, I’m going to be thankful. Currently, the hubs is sick, like sick sick (sicker than the normal man cold), and hasn’t been able to help much around the house when I’m exhausted. In addition, he’s leaving for India tomorrow and then on the 16th, we meet in Maine for a wedding. Therefore, the stress level is a bit higher than I’d like and the house isn’t as germ-free as I would prefer and we aren’t at our healthiest, but we’ve got to be thankful. This morning I got down on my knees and thanked God that Jason was going through this sickness…I didn’t know WHY he was going through this sickness, but it is for a reason and maybe to get it out of his system before he travels to a foreign country..I’m not even going to pretend to know why he is, but it’s for a reason, so we should be thankful for it. Thankful for this sickness and for the stress that tends to come with it.
Although, we’re thankful, we’re also a wee bit nervous. Because our next Dr. appointment is next Friday. On the 10th, we get our 6 week ultrasound done and this is exciting but oh, so nerve wracking. Ultrasounds – I’ve had plenty of those bad boys. They can be really exciting, especially when you finally hear that heartbeat and the Dr. says, “Everything looks good.” Except, we’ve never experienced this. It’s always been silent and cold, as you see the smile slowly fall off the nurse’s face, and you have this awkward moment where you know, she knows you know it’s bad news. You just nod and suck it up and hold strong to not cry til she leaves the room. She scurries to grab a doctor and you receive the inevitable, the only news you didn’t want to hear that day.
There was one time, we heard a heartbeat, well I heard a heartbeat. I was going back to an emergency surgery and he couldn’t be with me in the room. I heard a heartbeat, a strong one, and the nurse quickly said, that’s just your blood flowing, not a heartbeat. Later to find out, she was just trying to comfort me because it was a heartbeat, a heartbeat inside my fallopian tube. It was our 2nd ectopic pregnancy and that little one wasn’t a vital pregnancy and unfortunately we lost him/her. 😦 I really, really don’t want to experience this again. I need to hear a strong heartbeat. I want to have the doctor exclaim, “Everything looks great!” I desire to feel that inside of me. I need that, but maybe God may have a different plan and I know this. Therefore, I need strength to get through this next week. I need peace to do this ultrasound fearlessly, and without losing my mind. Jason will be missing this ultrasound (in India), so I’ll be doing this solo. Well, I say solo, but I know God will be by my side and I’ll also probably bring my mom with me. I’ll just make her wait in the waiting room because if it’s bad news, I’d rather lose it by myself than with her there. I cope better that way. So strength. I need you this week. In the meantime, I’ll just be thankful.