Hi all, sorry for extended silence, have been lurking and not posting as anxiety over scan date approaching got daft.
Well, I am psychologically a million times better today, as I'm just back from my first scan. And yes, there's a baby there and it's heart was working away. It was fast asleep until poked one time too many by the sonography stick, when it waved a lazy fist at us.
I enjoyed looking inside at the rest of my gubbins too - there was my cervix, there was the uterus (looking like a grapefruit!) and much much smaller than my impressively vast and painfully full bladder:-)
I am rolled back 5 days in terms of foetal development - I thought I was 11+7 today but little B measures 46mm, or 11+2 days. However, they haven't changed my due date as they don't bother unless the difference is more than a week.
She couldn't get my nuchal measurement though, as it wasn't clear enough to view. Little B needs to be at least 45mm for the measurement to work, and 46mm didn't cut it. The lovely sonographer was ever so polite: clearly it's my flabby belly that made the picture hard to see, but she didn't say that on my notes and called it my 'maternal environment' instead. Bless her for sparing my blushes. I have a rescan booked for 4th Jan.
Good, another look:-)
Anyway, as we left I managed to stave of bursting into tears of relief and happiness in all the empty corridors until I was in a large lift with 6 medical students, a porter, a patient and sundry visitors. I exited sharply muttering 'i'm so happy, really'
DP and I had a lovely hot lunch and then I wandered back to the office in a haze of happiness past the London eye and drifted over Waterloo Bridge, smiling at strangers and clearly freaking them all out.
I will be telling the troops when they get back from our Xmas lunch...should be interesting to see their reactions...given they'll be well mullered by 4pm! Now shall I do some work...? MMmmmm? Nah....