Over a week ago I had bleeding. My midwife sent the req for an ultrasound. They FINALLY called at 745 this morning and asked if I could come in for 945. Huh? Ok sure.
DH was unable to come. That was ok with me. I got there really early and sat there anxiously (while previously I'd felt fine about the pregnancy.)
Finally got into the room, through a door marked "urgent"... and my papers said "urgent." ... :dunno:
She put the transducer on my tummy and measured the gest sac twice. I saw 5w1d and 6w1d. Both are behind, so I was a bit worried. And I had to lay there worried for half an hour while she scrounged up a vaginal transducer. THAT found the bean no prob and I could right away see a baby measuring 6w3d and heartbeat and a yolk sac. She said the hb was 122. Bit low but normal for the gestation.
So in summation. THRILLED to see my happy little bean in there. But I think it was more anxiety than it was worth. I've been very just "rather not know" with this pregnancy. Too many bad experiences in the past.
Ok I'm done rambling lol.