Well the two week wait was a ferocious one but my mind was not on our implanting little girl all of the time. I lost my grandfather- my poor sweet grandfather. He was so proud, so strong all the time it was an epic loss to not have him here with us anymore. When my daughter was sick in hospital he was the only one not to cry he just sat there strong looked up to the ceiling with misty eyes and said- "Lord- take me instead" he would do anything for us to save us from ill and it is so painful to see my Nanna without him after 62 years. She is a lost lamb who is now living with a broken heart. I thought all hope was lost this week when some HPT's came back -ve. 7dpt -ve, 8dpt -ve, THEN 9dpt POSITIVE. The morning of my grandfathers funeral. It gave me the strength to get through the day and to read the eulogy strong like he would have wanted. I told him when I viewed his body that I was pregnant and now he is with my daughter to hold her tight the way I want to... It was a sad, but nice day!!! So the sickness starts- quite severely I must say and by 7 weeks 2days I am mighty sick and gladly happy that I got to see her heartbeat flashing away on the screen. 134 bpm. I feel blessed to be carrying her and very nervous it will not come to be... I have wanted another daughter for so long that I feel like I will wake up and any moment. I am very hormonal and emotional and am doing my share of crying at the moment. Happy and sad all rolled into one bloated, vomiting, happy, sad bundle.
Will update again soon!!!