Who knew how hard it would be to carry a teeny, tiny, olive-sized baby???
My mom and aunt warned me about morning sickness. All the women in the family had it REALLY bad - my mom could barely hold down water until the eighth month - and they were both afraid that I would carry on the family trait and suffer through the entire process.
The nausea started EXACTLY at the seven-week mark.
Like clockwork.
Then the vertigo kicked in.
Then I threw out my back… dry-heaving into the toilet.
Fun times.
BUT, the great news is that our little one is doing fantastic! She’s growing well, her heartbeat is strong, and at our 9-week check-up, we were able to see what actually looked like a tiny person in there:
She measured at 2.4 cm, her heartbeat was measured at 174 BPM, and Jin and I were over the moon when we saw her on the screen with her little heart fluttering so mightily.
The next appointment will be to meet with a genetic counselor and run a test to rule out Down Syndrome along with an ultrasound to measure her neck so that we can rule out other genetic abnormalities as well. It will definitely be one of the more nerve-wracking doctor visits for us, but we have absolute faith that the amount of prayers that have already been poured out on behalf of this little one for the past nearly five years will cover her securely.
Until then, we’re going to enjoy our little one as much as the nausea will allow.