Our first scan will be at 6w5d, which is my mental cut off point for a heartbeat. It's a pretty definitive spot. I chose the 26th because it meant I could get through Christmas and then, if Elf isn't in the game, everything should be resolving (or resolved) before New Year's.Despite having a normal, quiet Christmas planned, the MIL tries to extend some drama our way. If you listened to her, you would imagine that she's been in and out of hospitals and run ragged, healthwise. Reality is that her husband had stints put in, when she expected him to have bypass surgery, and was in the hospital 2 days and follow up appointments (for him) are within a 5 minute drive from their house. The hardship comes from not having someone to DO stuff for her. Putting up the Christmas tree, decorating, oh it is all too much in her world. Wah. Wah.
It makes all kinds of sense for us to lose body parts in pursuit of #2 whilst the in-laws decide in one month to make a go and pass us up. That said, as doomed as things may be, my wee dream right now is to just have Elf make it and let us stand behind their (almost certainly inevitable) very public pregnancy, deep in the shadows, where happy Misfits belong.