Fate kept putting kind people in our path today. Our ultrasound tech, a delightful, funny woman who was just finishing an internship, could not have been more wonderful to us. Within seconds of meeting, we had bonded over our respective miscarriages. A moment later, she smiled broadly and said, "I've got good news! There's a heartbeat!"
Atomic let out a breath that sounded like he'd been holding it for hours.
I got teary, and said, "thank you, thank you, thank you" over and over again.
Our little one looks, in the words of both the ultrasound folks and Dr. Reallynice, "perfect." The heart rate was around 160, and the wee one measured 7 weeks, 3 days (on average -- they took several measurements, which ranged from 7w2d to 7w4d).
Everything looks just great in there, including my ovaries, which have returned to a more or less normal size. We have now "graduated" from the RE's care, and now I get to go to a normal OB like, well, a normal pregnant person. How weird is that?
Oh, and one funny thing -- there was a sizable corpus luteum on my right side. The gigantic Ricochet follicle was on my left. So maybe we have a Droopalong after all.
And maybe, just maybe, we're going to have a really wonderful Christmas.