My ultrasound this morning went very well. "Spot" (yes we have a new nickname) measured right on schedule at 7 weeks 2 days. And we saw the heartbeat, which was a nice 145bpm. I'll post my picture later since the scanner at work produced an image that was even fuzzier than the already fuzzy picture. I'm afraid my RE didn't find Spot to be particularly photogenic as s/he was hiding in the corner of the gestational sac and it was difficult to get a good picture.
Since we have now graduated from the RE's office, I went ahead and made my OB appointment. The doctor's schedule is really tight during the next couple of weeks, so I had to split my first visit up into 2 sessions. On February 25th I'll have an ultrasound and meet with the nurse. On February 28th I'll have the appointment with the OB.
I hardly know what else to say. This feels a little more real than it did yesterday given the evidence, but it still feels awfully surreal at the same time. And while I feel some relief, I don't feel quite as much as I would like. I certainly have no reasons for pessimism, but all the same it is a bit difficult to let go of the nervousness. I guess that I do it for self protection, although I know that those efforts are useless as I'd disappointed with anything but a healthy baby. So for the next couple of weeks, I'm just going to try my best to abandon fears and enjoy all of this. I just have to figure out how.