Sweet pea.

I am horrible at updating this blog!

So, Monday I had my second ultrasound. I was so nervous, I thought I was going to chew through my cheek. When I get anxious, I tighten my jaw and I get shivers. I can barely hold a conversation and my mind just races from one thought to the next. I lock up. There are just so many memories associated with getting up on that ultrasound table. From seeing my angel babies Eli and Harper kicking around, looking absolutely perfect to analyzing the low amount of amniotic fluid to trying to figure out if the surgeon had stitched through my bladder during my about-to-fail TVC. To say I may have a bit of PTSD would probably be correct. My mind races and my heart stops until I see the perfect, normal image on the screen.

And that is what we saw. A perfectly round little yolk sac with our little baby in the middle. The little flickering of the heart beat. We were even able to see a bit of the TAC in place, although the scan wasn't done transvaginally so we couldn't see too much of it. The ultrasound tech measured everything and they estimated me at 6 weeks, 2 days. The size of a sweet pea. So, I was right. I ovulated late and I found out I was pregnant at just three weeks! No wonder my OB didn't see anything on that first ultrasound, I was only four weeks along at that time. So, all of that worry and fuss was for nothing.

I hit viability on August 24. This is going to be a very long summer. I don't know how the hell I am going to stay sane. Especially around 20 weeks, when I lost Harper and Eli both. I feel like I am walking on egg shells. I want to shout it from the roof tops but at the same time, I am cautious. I told myself and my husband that I would celebrate this pregnancy and not live it in fear, but it is so very hard to do. I feel like there is all of this pressure on me now to bring home a full term baby. I went all the way to Chicago for a surgery that is supposed to "fix" my incompetent cervix. That was my problem, now it is fixed. It should be a breeze, right? Well, you can fix the body but it is very hard to fix the mind. I keep having these doubting thoughts but I try to push them out with positive ones. Totally easier said than done. I don't want to fail again. I don't want to hurt again. I don't want to hurt my husband, our family and friends...I don't think I can do it.

I keep the image of me with a huge, pregnant belly in my mind. Then I visualize our beautiful baby in my arms. I repeat to myself through out the day, "you will bring home a full term baby" whenever my negative thoughts try to invade. I am sort of a believer that negative thoughts harvest negative results. So I am trying to be positive, reaffirming and light.

I will bring home a full term baby this December. I will. :)