May 4th, 2006 was one of the most heart-wrenching days of my existence. My husband and I went to the sonogram room and came out changed people. At that point, we learned that our baby would not end up in our arms and we were asked to think about scheduling a d&c very soon.
May 4th, 2007 was a remarkably better date. My husband and I went to the same sonogram room and learned that our baby will end up in our arms very soon and were asked to think about scheduling an induction date very soon.
Maybe this is what it means to come full-circle. I think I understand the meaning of "bittersweet" now. (I keep hearing song lyrics in my head, "if you never stop when you wave goodbye, you just might find if you give it time, you will wave hello again...you just might wave hello again.") How can I be so lucky?
I'm excited! And nervous. But mostly excited! The sonogram estimated her head measures 40 wks, while the rest of her is between 37 and 38 weeks (thank you, husband). She's somewhere in the neighborhood of 7lbs 9oz right now. My blood pressure was elevated (I'm medicated, so it really shouldn't be) but there were no traces of protein in my urine, so the doctor wasn't immediately concerned. I go back this afternoon to recheck it, and if everything looks okay, we'll go in Friday morning and have this baby! (If not ok, we'll have her sooner). The reality of the situation hasn't really hit yet. We spent the better part of the weekend marveling to each other, "Wait, but next week we'll actually have a real baby here."