We discovered that Hubby will be taking a short business trip that will keep him from being present for my first ultrasound. I called the doctor’s office to see if I could reschedule it for earlier in the week, but the nurse said that February 1st was the earliest we could do it. Apparently, timing is everything in this business, so it would have to be February 1. Or later.

Come on. Are you kidding me? There is no way I’m going to opt for later. I’m already going nuts as I count the days until February 1.

According to this website, it says that with IVF, you calculate pregnancy by counting from two weeks prior to your egg retrieval. In my case, my egg retrieval was done in August 2007, so that would make me 5 months pregnant! (Just kidding!) As you know, my beautiful embryos were frozen, which is why I call them “Snowflakes”. In a normal IVF cycle, I believe the embryo transfer takes place about 3 days after the egg retrieval. So, that would make January 1, 2008 my theoretical egg retrieval date. Two weeks prior to that is December 18. So, according to that calculation, that would make me 7 weeks pregnant. It doesn’t quite make sense to me, but I’ll have to ask my doc about that.

I don’t feel pregnant, necessarily, just fat. For some reason when I talked to the nurse this morning and she said that they would be scanning for the fetal heartbeat, it gave me a mild panic attack and I’m not even sure why. Scary thoughts flooded my mind and it took me a while to dismiss them. Scary thoughts on both sides of the spectrum: what if they hear 4+ sets of heartbeats… or what if…

I need to stop being such a pessimistic worry wart. God has always brought us through, never giving us more than we can handle. I keep having to remind myself about that, especially now while our lives are awash with uncertainty.