I have officially completed all medications. It really is a terrifying thought. No more butt shots, no more sticky belly patches, no more visits to REACH with their angry red letters announcing my infertility. And as wonderful as it is to be at this point, I am beginning to realize just how much I was trusting in the extra drugs to keep me pregnant and not God. Cramping and bleeding don't really add to that feeling of security. But have no fear...the nausea is still there! I am going to miss the ultrasounds every 10-12 days and the check up calls from my nurse in between. But I know God has a plan for me, and right now it involves increasing my faith and putting my trust in Him and Him alone to keep my little one healthy. Tough lessons all around these days. But I am just beginning to see how small my faith has been in the past.
So as I have graduated from the fertility clinic and have not yet seen my ob/gyn, no new pictures. Apparently you only get a few ultrasounds when you are at the regular doctor...bummer. Next time I see our little dancer (really looked like she was trying to dance last week) she will be 18 weeks. And we'll be able to find out if she is really a she. Until then, I can definitely use continued prayers for my sanity, strength, and faith.