I started off this week on progesterone. Despite the niggling doubt in the back of my mind, I was mostly convinced that it would do it’s job because it had worked the first time, keeping my progesterone stable in the high 20s to low 30s range. I definitely complained more about the progesterone last time around, this time I’m just thankful for any reassurance that we are doing all we can to keep Bee safe and healthy.
Friday evening David, my mom and I headed to a jousting tournament after a doctor’s appointment kind of day. I was really happy that my medieval dress that I have been working on for a few months still fit! I was pretty bloated at this point with Lily. We were a bit late getting to the joust and we stopped for Wendy’s drive through on the way. I was disappointed when I got out of the car and found that the grease from the bag had soaked into my skirt.
On Saturday, at 5w2d I was looking at all my pregnancy trackers that I have on my phone. I was surprised to see the size variations between the apps. Pregnancy+ says that Bee is about the size of a sesame seed, Ovia says Bee is the size of a peppercorn, The Bump says apple seed and What to Expect says orange seed. I guess they all measure from different points in the week?
We saw family on Sunday and I decided to make a mango avocado dip to share because it’s tasty and healthy and I had been planning to make it anyway. I chopped up my mango and found that it wasn’t quite as sweet as I had expected. Oh well. I then got out the avocados. My heart sank. They were moldy! I was on the verge of tears when I told David about my predicament. He asked me if I wanted him to go to the store to get more avocados. I said I didn’t know. Well, my hero did go to the store and get avocados and I finished my dip by putting too much lemon in it. I was disappointed that it didn’t turn out as well as I had expected and it was not as big a hit with the fam as I had expected it to be.
Monday I went in for blood in the morning and got a call in the afternoon that my HSG had risen well and my progesterone had jumped to 43! That is a crazy high number for me! It was never anywhere near that high with Lily. After getting the numbers I started wondering if the HSG number was high enough for me to be having twins, especially because the doctor wanted me to go in for an ultrasound at the end of the week instead of waiting until I am 7weeks along like they did with Lily. The idea of having twins scares me. Not in so far as raising them. I know David and I could raise twins and I have always thought it would be wonderful to have twins. What scares me is the risk of losing them. My cervix is not strong. If there were two babies in there instead of just one, I’m just so scared that my body wouldn’t be able to hold on to them.
I played telephone tag with the doctor’s office to schedule my ultrasound. In the end, on Wednesday I finally got it set for Friday at 11:30am. I hope we see a healthy little Bee with a strong little heart, though I don’t know how much we’ll actually see at 6w1d.
For me, week five was marked by lots of tears, I cried over songs and avocados, and the tv show Chuck and then just because I felt like crying! David tried to help me by listing things I could be sad about instead of crying for no reason!
This week was also marked by cravings for a grape Misty Freeze from DQ (which I did get at some point early in the week) and creme brulee, which I got on Monday when David suggested we eat dinner at the Keg because they have the best rated creme brulee in town! It was WONDERFUL!!