Oh look, there it is

Right where it ought to be, with all the bits that it ought to have.

I cry, Spot cries, Sandy and Anne cry when I go in to the clinic next door to tell them (oh, and to have my blood test). Its a postive festival of weeping.

Now I can get on with panicing about the heartbeat.

HCG is still lowish, but mostly doubling now - up to 25,340. P4 has come down, now its 843. The girls keep checking that I am not on pessaries anymore - as if I am hiding them up there for fun. Not so much.