So Far, So Good

My HCG levels are fine - "everything's looking great!" - but Dr. Morley still wants me to repeat them again next Thursday. That way she'll have them before Mon. the 7th ... my first appointment and my first ULTRASOUND!

Now, I am super excited to see the baby and see the heart. And Mike's coming, too. Just one little glitch - I was a day off on calculating the first day of my last period. When I change that, plus factor that my average cycle is 31 days not 28 ... apparently my due date is Sept. 1 not Aug. 28. So I'm nearly a week off where I thought I was, and I'm hoping it's not too early for the ultrasound.

Think I read that ultrasounds can detect pregnancies as soon as the baby's implanted. And the heartbeat should start next week. So hopefully there will be something to see so Dr. Morley will not think I have pulled one over on her to get in early. Which, actually, I would be tempted to do; waiting nearly until eight weeks for Matthew's first appointment sucked!

My stats:
Nighttime pee trips last night: 3
Nausea: Mid-grade but mostly only in morning
Appetite: Sometimes non-existent (how could I not have finished my First Watch croissant sandwich?); sometimes lumberjack sized (last two nights, strongly felt I needed two dinners)
Caffeine restriction success: Well, anyway...

Oh Yeah - I'm Tired

By about 3 p.m. it got worse. Right now, it's 9:15 p.m. but feels like midnight. Granted I did work 12 hours today - less than a half day tomorrow to complete my deadline, so had to make time today - but still, this is a different kind of tired. This is a physical T I R E D that I remember vividly from Matthew.

In the past year and half I have not once had the urge to crawl beneath my desk and nap. Today was the second day in a row I toyed with it. Yes, already! At five weeks!

Pregnant bodies are cwazy, cwazy things.

p.s. Was at Quest at 6:30 a.m. to give blood. She didn't have me make a fist - and just stuck it in - oweeee - it hurt the whole drive to work! But hopefully by tomorrow I'll be able to know my "levels" are fine.

Tired

Just realized that I am pretty darn tired. Walked to get lunch (which I don't really want anyway - strange loss of appetite going on with Baby so far?). Usually it perks me up but it didn't.

Were I not at work on a deadline ... I would be at home in my bed. Oh God - this is only day 5 since I've known/suspected, yet I feel I get more tired every day. At this rate, I'll be comatose by my first doctor appointment on Jan. 7.

I am hoping it's crazy preggo lady headgames. That would be preferable to knowing I really am this tired already.

P.S. I feel I should explain

As you read down these posts, you'll notice an odd situation:
Two sets of tests
Two months apart

So maybe everyone's smarter than I'm giving them credit for - but just in case - here's the scoop:
Back in October, I took two pregnancy tests and was (very shocked) to find out I was pregnant after our first month of trying.

Then, unfortunately, I got over that shock real quick - and had a new one - when I realized I was having my period three days later. And was no longer pregnant.

THAT revelation occurred while I was out of town on a one day business trip. I was pretty crushed. I mean, are you kidding me? Did it HAVE to be the day I'm traveling with men all day?
The next morning (before leaving town for a second trip that same week) I had to go get my blood drawn at 6 a.m. at St. Luke's. Just to confirm what I already knew - that my hCg was down, and that I wasn't pregnant after all, or anymore.

Let's just say it was a bad week.

But by the following week, we took a breath, realized there wasn't anything wrong and that sometimes, pregnancies just don't take. If I hadn't tested so early, I never would have known. It happens.

But since I did know and had called my doctor, she asked us to wait a month before trying again. So now my perfect summer baby timeline was getting even further off.

THEN I reminded myself that in the scheme of how long people wait for their babies, one month was nothing at all. So we bucked up, looked on the bright side (longer to save money, we could wait to move over the summer) and waited.

And then - as luck would have it - here we are, again. So clearly I'm nervous - as hell - but I feel different this time. I feel symptoms like I did with Matthew. I so much hope I am not imagining it. I know Mike is thinking the same.

Day One Down

Today was my first day as a pregnant working mommy. And it was fine - good even.

Very busy with a major project that actually forced me to cancel my last 2 1/2 planned vacation days (actually they're just postponed, thank goodness). But we made good progress. It was very quiet because it's the week between holidays. We all wore jeans. And my phone didn't ring.

So all in all, baby #2 is breaking me in easy.

How I'm feeling today:
Somewhat nauseous this morning
Tired now but not exhausted
Happy - really happy - and excited
Fat - already gained 3 lbs - damn Christmas ____ (fill in the blank foods: rolls, cookies, chocolate, potatoes and wine ... well I mean, who knew?!?)

I'm going to get my HCG levels test tomorrow. Getting up at crack of dawn to do that before also needing to go to work early for said big project. But don't care, don't care ... it's to confirm this pregnancy's going well. I'll know by Friday. I can't wait to hear all is well.

And Survey Says

Yep, your squinting eyes aren't deceiving you.

We are pregnant again!

On Christmas morning, about 7:30 or so, we woke up and took the test. I say we because WE literally did. Didn't do this other times, but was so nervous, I made Mike come in.

We both sat waiting for the hourglass to turn to Pregnant. And thankfully, amazingly, it did!

Mike saw it first. He kept leaning over to look at it. I was all, Stop it, you're making me nervous, they said THREE MINUTES, HONEY!

Then I looked up and he had this grin and nodded his head that direction. So I leaned over and ... there is was.

We knew already - when I was tired, when my boobs hurt, when I requested McDonald's twice in two days after probably eating it twice in the past year. When I took a nap at my parents. When I was ready for bed at 8:30 since Saturday night ... we knew.

But there's still no replacement for seeing that test.

I feel blessed, lucky, nervous, happy and thrilled. And like we really did just whip up the best Christmas present for ourselves ever.

Here We Go Again

It's Day Three of suspiscion.

Sore boobs.
Extra tired.
Eating the lights out (clearly a mixed bag. Everyone eats like a preggo at Christmas).
4 days late.

Waiting one more day and then taking that test. May be a mistake "testing too early again" but then again, I want to know what's happening in my body - either way.

Here's to hoping ... it'll be my Christmas morning present to myself ... just gotta wait one more day and not let those EPT tests hiding upstairs in the guestroom at my mom's house burn a hole in my pocket... I talked Michael into the early test. I hope neither of us are disappointed this time.