I've been filled with terror this past week. It's switched from the terror of losing the pregnancy to the terror of having a successful pregnancy. We'll have a baby! What have we done?! I think I'm a skoosh too old to be chasing a toddler around at the playground and getting together for playdates with a twenty-something. I'm old enough to be the twenty-something's mother. Oy vey.
Seriously. What have we done?
So here's how it goes at the 6-ish week of pregnancy:
- My keister is incredibly tender from the daily progesterone injections. I've been taking them for weeks and I've had enough already.
- My innards ache a lot. The Dr. said my ovaries are the size of watermelons. Well, those weren't his EXACT words but he did say they are huge. Like Sputnik - spherical but quite pointy at parts.
- I've been forbidden to exercise for over a month now. This causes me great angst. Especially since I weighed in 10 pounds heavier at my appointment last week. Sigh.
- I hate my husband...then I love my husband...then I hate my husband...then I love my husband...then I cry.
At my ultrasound appointment last week everything was positive news. Kitty came along and I loved having her there with me. She's accelerating in excitement with each passing day and it makes my heart happy. We didn't see much on the ultrasound but we did see a gestational sac and the beginnings of amniotic fluid. I have another ultrasound at the end of the month and hopefully we'll actually see something growing in there.
And hopefully it'll be a human baby.
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