It's a heart rate, not a beta.
We just got back from an ultrasound at the clinic. There's one embryo (only one, thank God), measuring 7w6d, with a heartrate of 141 bpm. Everything looks normal.
I still feel more than a little anxious. I need to breathe. I need to focus. Maybe I just need chocolate.
We didn't get a picture... their printer was not working. Okay, not so much not working, but it had become disconnected from the computer and they didn't know how to reconnect it. Dr. Eyebrows asked if I'd like to come back next week and see if we could get a picture then. I take it from his astonished laugh that my "yes!" was pretty forceful.
So... good news, but somehow I'm not feeling it, and hey, you'll get a pic next week.
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8 comments:
Yippee! That's wonderful news! I can imagine confirmation of a sigleton is a relief.
Jem
Promising news. Hooray!
That printer thing happens a lot. Every other piece of equipment there is high tech, but not that U/S. Irritating....
Ah, seen one embryo, you've seen 'em all! The shadows on our first u/s of Naomi Rivka looked like a leaping squirrel, and drew more comments than the actual baby herself did.
Nevertheless, they scan well and make GREAT desktop wallpaper.
Blogged it if anybody wants to see if I'm exaggerating about the squirrel:
http://ronypony.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-im-not-pregnant.html
Yay!
That last link is SPAM. Don't anybody click on it; hope it gets removed soon.
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