Today is Zero Day of Week 10, as the Japanese measure these things. Yesterday we went in for her routine ultrasound check and the doctor took these pictures.
Beta-chan is 3 cm, which is just right and is looking definitely sticky. Little arms and legs and a beating heart. All good signs that things are on track.
Our doctor said that once a baby gets to this stage, the chance of miscarriage goes down tremendously. I wasn’t aware of how worried I was until I had to wipe the tears from my cheeks. I’ve told my mother that she can share the good news with her family. Conventionally, the danger period was 12 weeks, but that seems to be from the pre-ultrasound days.
My wife, the provider of nourishment, has had it rougher this time, with increased morning sickness and exhaustion. She’s lost some weight, which is typical and doesn’t concern her Ob.
As I mentioned in another tread, we’ve hired help for the housework, although cooking and laundry are still all mine. I have a greater respect for single, working parents, as I’ve essentially become one. While my wife was able to work, that was about all. Conversations in the evening have declined, and she sleeps some nights from 8:30 to 8:30.
She’s getting a little better now, just in time for the massive pollen storms of early spring, to be faced, once more, without medication. It’s amazing everything pregnant women have to give up.
We agree thought, that these little sacrifices are well worth it, and we continue our hope for a healthy baby.
