We just had our latest medical appointment with my reproductive endocrinologist (RE) yesterday, and it was all good news! The fetus is measuring right on schedule (7w2d) and, even more importantly, we saw the heartbeat!! We've been here before so I know nothing is guaranteed, but my RE said he is very optimistic. He cleared me to leave his clinic and go back to my regular ob/gyn. He even sent us home with a blank birth announcement and asked that we send it back to him in April!
Here's our proof of cautious optimism. (The top photo somehow shows the heartbeat, and the bottom shows it's measuring right where it should. It still kind of all looks like blobs to me, so you might just have to take my word for it.)
This good news makes me feel much less crazy, since I was worried that all my nausea and fatigue was all in my head. And my cravings! Enough already, I say. Absolutely nothing sounds appetizing, but every once in awhile I get a super strong craving for some comfort food. First it was macaroni and cheese (easy enough for me to make). Then it was mashed potatoes and gravy (easy enough to pick up at Boston Market). Yesterday it was beef stroganoff.
I waited until today, but the craving was still there. I decided to make the stroganoff rather than going to Noodles, simply so I'd have some leftovers. Mike and I ran out to Byerly's to pick up the ingredients. We had no trouble finding any of them except the beef tenderloin. I couldn't find it in the case, so finally I asked the butcher, who led me to the fresh (not pre-packaged) meat area. As we were walking, he asked how much I wanted. By the time I saw the price per pound, he had already started slicing the meat for me. I nearly had a heart attack. I literally haven't bought beef in about a year (since Mike went veg) so I had no idea how much good tenderloin costs.
That's right. Twenty five dollars per pound. Holy crap.
But you can be sure it made the best darn stroganoff I've ever tasted in my life!
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