I thought that waiting 14 days to test to see if I was pregnant or not was the longest wait ever. I was not far off, but the week of waiting to see if the baby had grown at all over the course of the following week was the absolute worst.
For one week, I had no clue if the baby was growing. For a week, I did not know if I would start to miscarry. For a week, I waited to be able to see what happened.
Our appointment a week later, we did not know what to expect. We had been told that we were likely to miscarry. He was a specialist. How could we doubt?
The ultrasound was started, and the heartbeat was still there. Not only was it there, it was a little stronger. And the fetus had grown - almost two weeks of growth! It now measured 6 weeks and 6 days along, just barely a week younger than it should have been.
The doctor was hesitant to say that we were out of the woods, but he did offer his cautious optimism that all would work out, especially since I was starting to feel a little morning sickness. We were to come back in a week to see if it was continuing to grow, and then, if all was well, we would be transferred back to my regular OBGYN.
We returned, and the baby was continuing to grow, for which we were very grateful, and we were given a due date of April 7th, 2018.
We constantly prayed that all would go well with the pregnancy and that Baby would join us soon.
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