Pregnancy is marked by weeks and weeks of a slow, anxious and sometimes agonizing wait.
It is often said that pregnancy lasts 9 months. Aside from the shortest months, each month contains about 4 and half weeks. The weeks of pregnancy are counted from the first date of last menstrual period (LMP), and the expectation is that the average pregnancy lasts 40 weeks.
I’m in the middle of week 5, with 34 and half weeks to go. That is 242 more days, assuming everything goes well. And for me, that is a big assumption.
I’ve had four previous pregnancy losses. One ectopic pregnancy in the fallopian tubes at 7 weeks, two miscarriages at 9 and 12 weeks, and a stillbirth at 36 and half weeks. None hurt quite as much as the stillbirth, because I had gotten so close and felt it was going to be a sure thing. But they all hurt.
Right now, I am cautiously waiting. I know there is always the possibility of another loss. Because of my history I have a 1 in 4 chance of early miscarriage and a higher chance of repeat ectopic pregnancy. It’s still too early to tell, but I hope the little bean, as we have taken to call the embryo, is healthy and developing well.
My first doctor’s appointment is in another 2 and half weeks. I will have an ultrasound then to determine gestational age and assess the health of the baby. It will be a long wait. I feel paranoid that it will be another sad day, though I fervently hope that there will be a heartbeat, that it will be in the right place, and that everything will be okay.
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The things you have to fight the hardest for are the things that are the most worthwhile.