We snuck in our 12-week ultrasound last Thursday before dashing to the airport for a trip east to see family and sneak in beach time over the 4th of July weekend. My husband hadn't been to an ultrasound since 6 weeks, so it was awesome for him to be there and to see the baby's growth. Everything looked good at the ultrasound and we are just awaiting the results of our MaterniT21 test (which we likely won't have until next week).
This was our first pregnant visit to the high-risk OB. We saw a different one than we saw in the hospital when I lost L and when we had our non-pregnant consult. I don't love her bedside manner as she was a bit brusque, but the visit was fine and she seems to know her stuff, including enough about clotting and our situation to make me feel comfortable. I've mentioned this before, but I feel as though I spend a lot of time wrangling doctors and making sure they all know what the other has told me... it is exhausting keeping all of their opinions straight and trying not to trample on their sometimes very fragile egos!
Our little baby was moving all around.... not as much as L did at her 12-week ultrasound, but still bouncing around in my uterus. I hate that I compare the two ultrasounds (and the two pregnancies in general), but I just can't help but go there. It is the same way that I compare my cravings (currently mashed potatoes, salt and vinegar potato chips, and any salad with mayo, which I usually never eat (e.g., egg salad, chicken salad, potato salad)), which are different in this pregnancy. I have this bizarre feeling I've shared before about this false sense of control if I do things a certain way.... if I don't crave the same things, this baby will live.... if this baby moves differently, he or she will definitely make it. Totally ridiculous, I know.
For now, we've made it to 12 weeks. My next ultrasound will be at 13 weeks, 4 days, which according to some sources means I will have made it to the second trimester. We shall see. One day at a time.