Big D and I went to my doctor's appointment yesterday. It went well. We went over all kinds of medical history etc. and the doctor said he could do an ultrasound but we wouldn't see much this early on. For my peace of mind, I told him that yes I wanted one. Even just seeing that little poppyseed on the screen made me breathe a momentary sigh of relief.
I asked the doctor, "So, when can we stop worrying so much about miscarriage?"
He replied, "From conception straight to birth."
"Okay," I started again, holding back the eye-roll I wanted to give him. "I realize that it could happen at any time, but what is the normal period of time for it to occur?"
He told us that 30-50% of women miscarry. He said once we see the happy flutter of a heartbeat on the screen, that percentage goes down to about 10%. He said everything looks perfect so far, though, and that within another week a heartbeat would be visible.
So, now I just have to hold on to see the heartbeat. I'm a relatively positive person but at the same time, I'm trying to remain realistic about the chances. I have to be. He had me go do bloodwork last night and I'll go again on Wednesday to be sure all my hCG and progesterone levels are doubling up as they should be. So if I can ask a favor of all of you, please send all your positive, healthy energy to mine and Daryl's little poppyseed? We would both appreciate it so much.
Last night after getting home and eating dinner, I groaned when I realized I was supposed to be making mhy Death by Chocolate for my company Chrsitmas party today 3-6pm. We forgot to stop for the ingredients so I decided just to make brownies instead. Daryl, knowing I was tired and kind of spent from the doctor's appointment, offered to make them and told me to go relax in the living room. Not only did he make the brownies, he dove into making my Peanut Butter Blossoms for my company's Cookie Swap that's coming up.
I went out into the kitchen at one point to check on the progress and Daryl was happily putting all the ingredients into our KitchenAid mixer. I curiously glanced it and couldn't help but smile. On top of a lump of numerous ingredients, I see two sticks of butter laying on a pile of flour.
"Um, Daryl? Can I make a suggestion for next time?" I asked.
"No! No comments! I'M doing this." He insisted. I shrugged and went back out to the living room. A little later he asked for some help in rolling the cookies. I started to roll them, thinking that when I make them the cookie dough usually feels a tad...wetter.
After they come out of the oven, we normally push in the hershey kisses so I kept checking on the cookies, finally saying to daryl, "Huh, they're not spreading out like usual."
"I suck! I'm a horrible baker!" He told me grudgingly. We only ended up making about three cookie sheet's worth cuz it was getting towards my bedtime and Daryl was frustrated with the cookie's not spreading out like they should.
But damn if I didn't think Daryl was THE CUTEST (if not the best baker) HUSBAND ever!!!