They had speculated that I was 6w4d and that my due date was Dec. 20th. Once we had my ultrasound though we all found that I was no where near as far as we though. I'm looking at about 5w3d. Who'd have known. All my symptoms seem to be starting so early this go around. I'm already checking out routes to the bathrooms incase of a morning sickness attack! With the new gestational age that moves my due date back to Dec. 28th. I will admit. That is about the only day in the year I would have asked not to have. That is the anniversary of my horrible robbery and also the anniversary of my mom's funeral. The 28th has proven to be a tough, emotional day. I was upset by this news at first but now have seen the bright side of things. I shouldn't dread any day of the year and if this baby just happens to come on his due date then it will give me a positive reminder at how special each day of the year really is. Maybe its my mom's way of telling me that she's still looking out for me.
With all that being said the next step is to go back to the doctor in two weeks. Since I was so early and they couldn't see his/her tiny heart beating they want me to come back and have a second ultrasound. I'll keep everyone up as I grow with each month. Below is a picture of our little pickle in his baby motel. :)
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