Graduation Day!!!!

It's a bittersweet moment as today was my graduation day from the RE. 

There was no pomp and circumstance. 

There were no flashing cameras pointed at me. 

There were no diplomas handed out or awarded. 

There were no crying grandparents and aunts and uncles.

But I did walk away with pictures, which are sort of a diploma. I didn't have a live band playing to walk me down long hallway to the US, but internally I was singing ROAR by Katy Perry and trying to keep my nerves checked. 

Today was my first US alone and while there were no other family members crying at this major lifetime milestone, this pregnant Mama teared up during the heartbeat. Those 30 seconds before the doctor finds it are torture. 

This day is a huge milestone that seems like it took as long to get here as my high school and college years took to complete. As I walked away with "Good luck" and "Keep in touch!" from Dr A, I clutched the US pics like I was holding the best graduation gift ever. I said my goodbyes to Wonder Woman Mary, Diane the blood sucker, Dr A's wife (the main IVF nurse who worked with me on injects) and the girls at the front desk. These people helped get me to this point and kept me sane during the moments when I lost hope. 

I will miss them forever but keep them in my heart for always. 

But for now, I'm a graduate and like any other normal pregnant lady, I'm headed to an OB. My first appointment is Oct. 15 with a doctor that Dr A highly recommended. It feels kinda odd to be joining the ranks of the fertiles. In my mind, I never imagined myself getting to this point. 

Needless to say, I'm worried. There's always going to be a constant feeling of doubt and apprehension about whether I will be lucky enough to make it through the pregnancy and end up with a healthy baby. For today, I am trying to remember, "I am pregnant" and focus on that. 

I will admit to taking a interwebs break for a few days and only checking FB sparingly. My blog posts slacked because I was having my worry wart moments and couldn't break away from the fear. 

Obviously, a good report is making me feel better. Just a few more weeks until I'm out of the first trimester.

The little gummy bear was measuring right on track at 9w,3d and has a heart rate of 163.