I just realized a little bit ago that I would have been 13 weeks today. That means, today would have been the day that we started telling our family and friends that we were pregnant. Today would have officially marked the first day of the 2nd trimester. Tonight we would have celebrated the fact that we did not have to PIO injections anymore.
Instead I am going in for a beta test to make sure I do NOT have any pregnancy stuff left inside of me.
Today I am also going to my sister's first ultrasound appointment. I'm not sure exactly how I feel about that. I am happy to be going. I think it really helps create a special bond between me and my niece/nephew to be a part of their life from the very beginning. I also really like being there for my sister and her husband. It's AMAZING that they let me be a part of it. I won't be able to go to any other appointments during the next 3 months because of my softball schedule, so I really do want to be there today.
The only thing is, now that I have been a part of that process myself, I am more aware of everything that could go wrong too. It makes me nervous for them.
I went to a few appointments when she was pregnant with my nephews, but I didn't know better to be worried then. Even though I was infertile at those times, I guess I was just ignorant about how common miscarriages are. I sit here and write that, but yet I still am going to this appointment with no doubts that we will hear a strong heartbeat. I have no expectations of bad news. She has been having morning sickness for several weeks now. She has 3 beautiful, healthy children already. It's just that I now know to appreciate the sound of that heartbeat even more.
I also had the pleasure of waking up with a head cold today.