Since seeing two pink lines about 3 weeks ago, I have been debating about when and how to write this blog post. I know that hearing someone say, “I am pregnant,” is painful for many. So, for those of you who cannot continue reading this post, I totally get it. I have been there, and I am sorry for your pain.
I began blogging with the intent to be open and candid about what is going on in my life, so, I just can’t do the secrecy thing. I want to celebrate this little life no matter what happens. So, here I am, almost 7 weeks pregnant which will be the farthest any of my pregnancies have made it, developmentally.
Praise God for his grace!
As soon as I got the positive pregnancy test, I began giving myself heparin shots twice per day. This is based on the theory that some women develop clots that interfere with the blood flow to the baby and cause miscarriage. I did not technically test positive for this, but tested "high-normal." My doctor was honest and told me he was not sure this is what caused my losses, but it was worth a try. In addition, I continue to take 81 mg of aspirin daily, my thyroid meds were increase by 50%, and I was put on promethium (progesterone).
Thursday, we had our first ultrasound. Everything looked great for being 6 weeks 3 days pregnant. We even saw a flicker of a heartbeat. I will return to the doctor this Thursday for another ultrasound to confirm that the baby has continued to develop past the “7-week milestone.” After that, I will be released to my regular OBGYN.
We are prayerful, excited, hopeful, but, most of all, blessed. I praise God for every little wave of nausea which tells me, that for right this minute, I am still pregnant. I am very optimistic, but no matter what happens, I am grateful to God for trusting us with this little life, whether it be for a couple weeks or a couple decades. I trust God's sovereign plan for this pregnancy.
Each day, I remind myself:
More than medicine, I am trusting the giver of life.