Just a small victory I wanted to share. I'm now 18w1d with Mary, and this is the farthest I've ever made it in any pregnancy without complications.
With Katie I started having complications at 16w0d and with Emma and Chase it was 18w0d. Both of these were within 1.5-2 weeks of stopping progesterone. I've been on my progesterone injections for two weeks now after being on suppositories since 2 dpiui.
I am still scared and having a lot of PTSD. I think November may end up being my toughest month. My therapist has increased my sessions for this month to help me and I'm working on it a day at a time. Treasuring the good moments (now) and hanging on during the tough ones. Still 5w6d to viability (but who's counting). This moment I feel hopeful I'm going to make it. I know viability isn't my ultimate goal, but it's a milestone where the baby has a chance, even if it's only 50%. My real goal is not a day sooner than April.
Anatomy scan with my OB this Thursday (11/10) and gender reveal one week from today (11/12). Some of my PTSD is around the reveal, along with gestation. I went to the ER with both Katie and the twins with their reveals. Meeting with a good friend of mine tomorrow to help me plan it and I told the cake lady my situation and she said she'd take care of everything to only drop off the envelope and check and pick it up in a week. This moment I'm feeling optimistic about the reveal and I'll be mailing out the invites today.
Okay, deep breath, one day and one moment at a time. This moment I'm 18w1d, Mary is doing awesome, I'm feeling well. It's going to be okay. We're going to make it. I know my sweet and precious angels are cheering us along and continue to be a part of my family.