This morning we heard the best sound in the world for the third time and I for one (Jeff, for two) couldn't be more thankful, excited, blessed, happy, and through the roof. This past week was a scary one, but I'm willing to move past it and not hold anything against my uterus as long as it keeps its' end of the bargain and stops acting crazy with it's spontaneous bleeding ways. Thank God that is over.
Now onto my new thing to worry about...
Being released to my regular OB. EEK!
Today was my official LAST day with my RE and the infertility palace. I am soon to join the ranks of normal fertile girls everywhere and sit in a waiting room with gals who got pregnant the ol' fashioned way. I seriously cannot imagine. A room of girls not looking completely forlorn with crossed toes and fingers? What a strange thought.
Leaving today was surreal. I was handed a USB drive with pics of our little Cheerio, a goody bag (yes, really) with pregnancy magazines, while exchanging heartfelt goodbyes. This place that I have loathed going to for the past million days is about to be in my past. And yet, it didn't quite feel like it was the end. I said to Jeff as we made our exit out of the parking lot, "I guess it's like graduating high school. We won't feel a difference until we just don't go back." Weird.
So, here's my problem. I am HAPPY to graduate. I mean, that was the goal the whole time here...but I'm also sooooo scared. I'm scared to stop my progesterone shots and switch to progesterone suppositories and then I'm scared to stop those at 10 weeks. I'm scared that nobody will be monitoring my blood and I'm scared that the baby's placenta won't take over. Why didn't anyone tell me that graduating from my RE and going to a regular OB (which should make me feel like a regular person...a good thing) would be so scary! Aaaaah!
xoxo
L
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