Officially 2 months pregnant, or 8 weeks 1 day to be very exact.
Had my 8th week scan today and this time, my loving mama came along with me as Dennis couldn't get out of a work commitment. I was also happy to have my mom there, to experience this miracle with her and to share with her the overwhelming joy of seeing that strong heartbeat flickering on the screen. There's no more glorious sight to behold in this entire world, I tell you.
So here's my little love @ 2 months gestation:
Our little bean is now 1.5cm, right on time, it seems, and the lovely little heart is beating at 151bpm. Love. My heart is full.
Next up is a consult with my immunologist. She still has me on 10mg of Prednisone daily, which I would like to ask if it can be lowered. While I know many people take it throughout pregnancy, I would like to continue taking medication that is absolutely necessary. Especially as Prednisone is a steroid.
Then again, because it's meant to manage my ANA-positive condition, a part of me is also nervous to cut down on the meds. Does that sound strange? Because I waited for this little love for so long, I want to do everything in my power to optimize and protect this pregnancy. I just find myself flipflopping on the best steps to achieve that goal.
Anyway, that issue aside, pregnancy is so far so good to me. Except for the bouts of nausea and the constant upper-back spasms. What's up with that?! I read somewhere the back cramps may be due to my boobs becoming heavier and as I wasn't particularly athletic pre-pregnancy, my back is complaining. Geez. I wonder if that's true. As it is, my back spasms bother me enough to wake me from sleep.
But no complaints. At all. Anything for my little love. Anything.
My heart is truly full. So this is what gratitude feels like.
