Truly Amazing

I had an ultra sound last Thursday at 12 weeks.  It was .....amazing. That word doesn't even sum it up, but I can't think of a word that describes the feeling I had sitting there with my husband watching our 12 week old baby bouncing around, kicking and hiding behind it's hands.  The baby looked perfectly healthy and was measuring big (no surprise there, my husband is 6'5 and I am 5'10). The measurements moved the due date up from 9/20 to 9/16.  I don't quite understand how that works.  We know exactly when conception occurred, so the due date can't really change, right?  This is something I'm going to ask my doctor when I see him next week.  Baby's heart rate was 164.  It was a little wiggle worm to start with. The tech was trying to get measurements of the baby's neck and the baby would turn and push it's head back. It kept pushing out it's hands and covering it's face.  It was so cute.
Here is a profile picture of the baby:

And here is a sweet little picture of the baby's hand:

I have these two pictures hanging on my refrigerator, and every time I see them, I feel like I have to pinch myself.  I never thought I would have my baby's ultra sound pictures displayed on my fridge. It really feels like a dream sometimes.

I just remembered, I have the great privelage of seeing my baby again tomorrow.  Our local pregnancy resource center started offering free ultra sounds about a year ago, and the nurse has to do a certain number of ultra sounds each month to remain certified.  At this time, they don't do enough ultra sounds with client's so they are looking for pregnant women to volunteer to have ultra sounds. It is a win-win, I get to support my local pregnancy resource center and I get to see my baby again. Yay! I don't know yet if they will need me to do more than one ultra sound, but I am willing to volunteer as much as they need me. :-)

All of our family has known about our pregnancy for awhile, but we just started telling our friends in the past couple weeks. It has been wonderful to share our joyful news with friends that have known about our struggle with infertility and our losses.  Our joy multiplies when our friends get to share in our joy. Their responses have been so sweet and heartfelt, because they understand the pain that we have been through.

This weekend, someone responded in a way that got under my skin.  While this person was completely well meaning, it still irritated me.  Like most people who have experienced infertility, there are a couple phrases that bother me. One is, "You just need to relax and it will happen", and the other is "You know what happens when you adopt, you get pregnant".  This person overheard someone ask me how I was feeling, and she asked if I had been sick, and I said no, I was pregnant.  She said that is wonderful news, how exciting! And the next thing out of her mouth was, "See, you tried to adopt and look what happened."  So, the adoption that didn't happen a year ago is all it took?  I'm sure it had nothing to do with the multiple fertility drugs I have taken and the countless doctor visits over the past year. Of course I didn't say any of those things, and I hope that doesn't come across as bitter. More than anything it makes me laugh that people actually say these things.