We had our first prenatal appointment this morning. It was, by far, the worst day for all-day nausea I've had. I did ask for a prescription for anti-nausea meds. I only have three more weeks in the first trimester (wow!), so I'm hoping it'll be over soon. I was nauseous for at least 14 weeks with G, though, so who knows.
But, drum roll please.
Introducing, baby #2!
Yes, there is only one baby in there. The ultrasound threw me at first because we caught some glimpses of the egg yolk sack, but she said there was definitely one one. Yay. I think baby #2 is thrilled to inhabit that uterus all by itself, judging by how much it moved on the ultrasound. G wasn't even 8 weeks when we first saw him, so I wasn't prepared for how large this baby was at almost 9 weeks.
I know it's way early to feel any movement, but I swear I've felt a few flutters now and then. I'm holding my tongue about it until at least a few more weeks have passed, but I wouldn't be surprised if I felt kiddo 2 even just a tiny bit right now. That kid can move.
The heartbeat was pounding away like crazy. My OB was infinitely pleased. She's pledged to be the one to deliver this baby, since she missed G's birth by about 5 minutes. I'm just relieved that everything checked out okay. We can breathe easier now that our miscarriage rate has dropped to almost nill.
Anyway, I'm going to go lay down before I puke. If I can make it this whole pregnancy without throwing up once, I'll be sooo happy.