An infertile (no matter where her stage... working to welcome home baby, currently TTC, pregnant, already had a baby...) always holds her breath with every stage of pregnancy. Every step, every ultrasound, every milestone... they are all important, and we all worry. All the time.
Today was no different. I worried all day that my little bean would be found not breathing. I don't know why I thought that, but I did. My guard was up walking in, hand-in-hand with Mr. D, into the ultrasound room.
But no reason for worry... as soon as the tech put the ultrasound probe on my belly, there he/she was :) Baby was alive, with a beating heart, and resting. Baby moved around a little bit during our 30 minutes seeing the new love of our lives, but for the most part, he/she was in the perfect position for measurements and was just pretty chill. Baby's hand was up by his/her eyebrow (just like Max did at his 12-week ultrasound!), and was kicking around a little bit, but for the most part, he/she was kicking back and enjoying showing off his/herself.
Baby passed all of the tests the tech could visually see and measure - of course there are more tests that I won't know results of for a couple weeks - but overall, the baby looks healthy and happy. Heartbeat was 161bpm.
So, overall, an awesome appointment, and so incredibly wonderful to take a sigh of relief... if only until the next milestone :)