Today Keegan and I got up at 5 am to drive the two and a half hours to Birmingham to see Bread Crumb's heartbeat.
I was so sick on the drive over; a mix of nerves, no sleep, and pregnancy sickness suggested that I bring along a bag to be sick in as well as an extra shirt, just in case. Thankfully I didn't need to use either, but the drive was rough.
We got to our RE's office early, and they took us back to the room immediately. The nurse asked what cycle day I was on, and I admitted that I had no idea, that this was a pregnancy scan and I didn't think to look at my cycle days. She got all excited and hugged me, exclaiming that she didn't realize we were pregnant. So far, I think she's been the most excited about our pregnancy!
Our RE then came in and we made small talk while she got the ultrasound probe ready. As she inserted the wand, I held my breath hoping to see a heartbeat. At first my uterus looked empty, but she quickly found the gestational sack and our little Bread Crumb.
After taking measurements that ranged from 6 weeks 1 day, to 6 weeks 4 days, our RE found the heartbeat. It was the coolest thing, seeing these flickering pixels on the screen that seemed to take over the baby's entire body. We tried to hear the heartbeat, but unfortunately it was an older machine, so it wasn't able to capture it. Dr. M said that she wasn't worried that we couldn't hear the heartbeat, that she could tell from the flickering that it was normal, and we'd be able to hear it at our next ultrasound.
I asked if it was ok that the baby was measuring a few days behind, and Dr. M said that as long as we were within a week range (I'm supposed to be 7 weeks tomorrow,) than she's not worried. We have a tentative appointment on January 6 for another ultrasound, but we're not sure if we'll drive the 2.5 hours for another 10 minute appointment, or if we'll just make one with our OB.
Speaking of OBs, I don't think I'm going to go back to Dr. B, the OB who treated us for a year and a half before we moved onto our RE. He's not a bad doctor in any way, I just think he was just getting frustrated with us not getting pregnant, which made our appointments and his patience short. Near the end of our relationship, he left a bad taste so I don't think I want him to deliver my child.
There are other doctors in the practice, all of whom have amazing reviews from ladies I know in real life, and I love the other staff there (the nurses, ultrasound tech, etc.,) so that's definitely an option. However, I've always wanted to go with a midwifery program when I managed to get pregnant, but I'm not sure if there's a practice near our small town. I'm going to have to do some research, and if there's not a midwifery program within an hour's drive, then I'll just have to go back to my old OB's practice.
Here's our Bread Crumb! The white arrow placed by my RE is pointing at the baby, while the red arrow, placed by me, is pointing at the yolk sack. S/he's just a blob, but a very very cute blob, if I do say so myself.