Mi corazon

I am awed, humbled by this morning's events. There it was, clear as day...a rhythmic flicker on the u/s screen. A tiny heart beats within me that is not entirely my own but which I helped create.

In a nutshell: the embryo was there, the heartbeat was there, the yolk sac was there, all measuring right on. Today's blood pressure was a not-so-lovely 150/84--but, then again, I was a nervous wreck. Really (just ask my bowels who evacuated their contents twice this morning and not of the nice variety bm, if you--TMI--get my drift). For a second Dr. Rub and the tech thought I had a subchorionic hemorrhage but instead they said it's just vascular (um, not entirely sure what that means but it's normal they said). I've gained one pound since my last visit (gained, nah, more like normal weight fluctation on my part). I'm to stay on the prednisone and progesterone as well as the glucophage. Dr. Rub said there are some recent studies that show glucophage is helpful at reducing mc rates. The good doctor will do one more u/s on Dec. 2nd (at my usual office--so thankfully, no 60 mile drive!) and, if all goes well, I'll be released to a high-risk OB. He prefers I go there b/c of my congenital adrenal hyperplasia and recommended a couple of docs. Today I'll check my insurance to see if they're on the plan.

I have many thoughts swirling in my head right now and so many of them I can't put into words. I am overwhelmed by so much--not the least of which is your love and support.

Thank you for your thoughts, prayers, crossed appendages and whatnot. Did I ever tell you that you gals rock?! Well, you do...and I'm so very grateful for your friendship. Now (please) go have a nice weekend! And know that you hold a special place en mi corazon.* (*translation: in my heart)