10 Weeks Today!

I can't believe how fast that went! Time sure does fly when you sleep through most of it ;)

My 10 week OBGYN appointment is today. I'm very nervous AGAIN. I have this haunting thought in the back of my mind that my doctor will tell me that there's no heartbeat every time I have an appointment. Unfortunately, I won't have an ultrasound to reassure me :( I'm hoping I'll get to hear the heartbeat with the doppler though.

We're telling our families in two days, I'm so excited and nervous!

UPDATE @ 7:04pm: I truly love my doctor, she wanted to do an ultrasound just to set my mind at ease over Mother's Day, especially since we were planning on telling our family the news. We saw our little bean jumping around and the heart flickering away. She printed out 3 pics. 1 for each of our mothers and one for me to keep.

Jealousy

I just caught wind of yet another pregnancy announcement from one of my cousins. They, like the rest of my family, are breeders. She is in the VERY early stages of her pregnancy and doesn't even know the due date yet. My immediate thought was, "Typical breeders. It's so not fair that this happens so easily for them. And they're telling people this early, why? I sure hope nothing goes wrong."

Iinfertility has made a skeptic out of me. I am still very aware of the fact that I could lose this baby and though the odds side more in my favor as each day passes, I'm still paranoid. With every twinge and pang, I debate whether or not to call my doctor's office and demand an ultrasound. I am severely jealous that others are able to blissfully go throughout their pregnancies with the naivety that everything will be fine. Even after my sister-in-law experienced bleeding in her first few weeks, had deadly progesterone levels, and saw a fatally low heartbeat at 6 weeks, she "assumed" everything would be fine and began sharing the news right away. Is this naivety? Ignorance? Faith? What is it that these people have that I don't that makes them feel OK to announce their pregnancies upon seeing that first positive line?

The Glamour of Pregnancy

Last night I had my first real bout of morning sickness. It hit my like a brick. I was completely undressed getting ready to hop in the shower and had to run to the toilet. While heaving into the bowl, I peed ALL over the floor. I just couldn't hold either end in...how embarrassing! Dave came walking in to see if he could do anything for me and I screamed at him to get out. When I told him what happened he got this horrified look on his face and said, "did you clean it up?" Lucky for him I did. I felt so much better after that.

I Hate the Mall

Dave and I went shopping at the mall Saturday night and I was dying! We returned a couple ties at one store and shopped for some shorts for Dave at another (the stores were across the mall from each other). By the time we reached the 2nd store, I was panting. I am usually good for a 15 minute walk, but this is ridiculous! Dave was laughing at me as I went in search for a chair to sit down. I found one by the fitting room while he was trying on his finds.

Note to self: stay away from the mall unless you're prepared to trek in a wheelchair.

9 Weeks Today!

Dave and I shopped for Mother's Day cards last night. We bought two: one for his mom, one for mine. Both were addressed to Grandma.

Dave laughed giddily. I just cried.

New-found Love

I came home from work exhausted yesterday to a clean kitchen. Gotta love that Dave! Later last night, he brought me a strawberry shake home from Sonic. We're best friends.

Unsung Hero

Poor Dave. I just realized how hormonal I really am lately. Dave has been putting up with my grumpiness very well. He does tend to get defensive when I snap at him, but that quickly fades when I remind him that I'm just hormonal and not out to get him. I forget how much he does for me. Especially lately. The past 5 nights, he's been at my beckon call to make my lame dinners since I'm so tired. Stuffing, rice pilaf, mashed potatoes, pretty much anything starchy and boring that my stomach can tolerate. And he hasn't complained once about making dinner for me. He even cleaned out the fridge because I can't stand the smell! He takes walks with me at the drop of a hat and insists that I rest when I come home from work. What a great guy. He really is a keeper.