So much happened at my 8 week appointment. First of all the baby is growing beautifully and we could clearly see the four chambers of the heart and the umbilical cord and her little arm buds. So so cute. The photo just does not do it justice.
My RE also found something called a subchorionic hemorrhage. It is not on the same side as the placenta and was already clotting so she said it was o.k. and that they are pretty common. But to take it easy just to give it time to keep clotting and healing itself.
And then the piece de resistance. She said no more progesterone shots. YAYYYYYYY! Oh I was so happy to hear that. My levels from my bloodtest the day before showed that I'm fine to stop the injections. But she has me doing vaginal inserts for a few more weeks. I can handle that. My poor butt is killing me and is so happy to not have to be poked at every day. And K is so happy not to have to administer those shots. And no more baby aspirin either. Just have to stick with the estradiol.
So at the end of the appointment my RE said "Well you've graduated. There is no need for me to see you anymore." So I hugged my IVF nurse coordinator, the doctor, and a few more nurses. They were all so sweet to me and made me promise to come back to show them my big belly and then the baby. Of course I will. I've shed so many tears in that office and there was always someone to hand me tissue and pat my back. And they were all pulling for me with the low beta numbers issue. So it will be hard to leave them behind. Hard to go to a new practice where I know the level of care just can't ever compare. But it is good to know that I'm sort of now a "regular patient". They don't stamp infertility on my flex spending receipts anymore. And I only had to pay the regular $20 copay for my last few visits because I was pregnant. It all switched just like that.