I wrote a clever post and stupid wordpress erased it.
First, thank you to the lovely ladies who nominated me for the Inspirational Blogger Award–I’m flattered and excited and looking forward to nominating so many blogs that I love!
Second, I want to tell you about our epic trip to the Pacific Northwest, complete with pictures.
To be honest, morning sickness is kicking my ass–I thought people were over dramatizing the experience but this sh*t is no joke. How do people work like this? Or care for an existing child? I’m baffled. So I haven’t written because we’ve been on vacation and any little bit of energy I had I tried to spend doing stuff with Mr. MLACS. But we got home yesterday and I was anxious to have bloodwork and an ultrasound, so I called Dr. Angel and he graciously accommodated us today (my appointment was for Wednesday).
I peeled myself out of bed and wore my pajamas (covered in cat hair) and didn’t shower or brush my teeth, and I grabbed my trusty sprite from the fridge (not gingerale, 7 up, or sierra mist–SPRITE ONLY) and flung myself into Mr. MLACS’s truck. We got there and I just wanted to lay down, like, on the floor of the waiting room. But there were people there and I had to fill out my “new OB patient” paperwork (even though I’m not “new” there). I half-assed it and then the nurse took us to a room and handed me a gown–apparently a new OB appointment entails a breast exam and papsmear…I had forgotten as it has been 15 months since I’ve been an OB patient. I put the gown on and began to pace…I felt queasy…and then resolutely went to the lavatory and sacrificed my sprite to the porcelain gods. After that Dr. Angel entered the room. I took a deep breath as he “launched” the dildocam…Long(er) story short:
Measuring 8w1d (a day ahead)
Heartrate 168 bpm
We are still in business! It is surreal to think that I might actually be *legit* pregnant.I’m still afraid, despite the morning sickness (all day sickness) and the measurements, but today’s news was comforting. I don’t even care that I can’t eat anything but gluten-free pizza or that I am so disgusted with the aroma of my bath & bodyworks wallflower airfresheners that I chucked them as far as I could throw them. I hardly notice the bruises on my stomach from the Heparin injections or the constant oozing from the 4 progesterone suppositories I take daily! No big deal!
Because right NOW, I am the most pregnant I’ve ever been. 6 weeks ago when I had my IUI #6 I couldn’t imagine myself 8 weeks pregnant! It’s wild how quickly things can change. I’m thinking of my ladies who are out there working hard toward this goal, and I’m sending you hope and strength to keep on truckin’.
Must end this post and go barf. Again.