So…yes. Unbelievable, but I’m pretty thrilled. The gestational sac grew 10 mm in five days, there’s a definite yolk sac (don’t see a measurement on that from the printout they gave me), the fetal pole is either 5.17 mm or 6.18 mm (depending on the angle I guess?), so measuring either 6w2d or 6w3d, and I’m 6w5d by LMP. That would worry me a bit but with a heartbeat of 120 bpm (!!!) I am not going to stress about two or three days – so long as I can see that heartbeat again next week! Un. real. I know I won’t really relax for quite some time, if at all, but this is definitely the farthest we’ve ever gotten with things looking this good. Even just partial relief feels like someone removed the weight of the world from my shoulders.
This thing needs a nickname. I realize that the worst could still happen at any moment, but this is the most reassurance I’ve ever had, so I’m going to enjoy it as much as I can muster. It won’t hurt any less if I worry any more if the worst does happen. Not that I won’t worry….just trying to encourage myself not to do so excessively.
What to call it? Creepy Little Embryo o’ Mine just doesn’t sound very affectionate. Accurate, though. I mean, look: 5 – 7 mm embryo.
Totally creepy. But in the cutest way.