According to blogger this is also my 200th post!
If this is your first time here, the short version of our story is that we are a fairly normal couple trying to start our family. We are incredibly successful getting pregnant and horrible about staying pregnant. In the last year and a half, we've been pregnant four times. The first three ended in miscarriage. We are currently 8 weeks into our fourth pregnancy. Under the care of slew of new doctors, we are cautiously hopeful but still scared to death every day.
Our latest news was a perfectly normal and succesful ultrasound on Friday. In fact, more than perfect because we made up the one day I'd been wondering about the last three weeks and as of Friday were officially 8 weeks and 1 day pregnant. I know it seems silly to be so worried about that one day, but at this point I just need any indication, no matter how tiny, that there's a little bit of extra hope, that things are going well, that this time will be different.
After a long week, and slightly concerned about being put back on bed rest, I've spent the last few days resting and staying off my feet. The next 4 weeks are going to be incredibly rough for us, and I'm doing everything I can to stay in the moment and focus on the positive.