Wand Monkey-O-Rama

We had our ultrasound today.
I was nervous. Afraid even. Reminiscent of the first time I ever watched "EVIL DEAD"...I wanted to look at the screen, but was too scared to focus in. What would I see? Could I stand it?
......lucky I peeked. There was the heartbeat. The yolk sac. Measuring spot on 7 weeks.

This is no scary movie, in fact it's as close to a fairy tale as I've ever dared be.

Jett-Star

Nephew.

Weary.

Guff-aw!

Hiding

The strangest thing happened to me yesterday.
I saw a 'friend' of mine while I was out for lunch. She is a girl I have known distantly since I was a teenager. About 2 years ago we made small talk & discovered we were both doing IVF. This was enough to renew our acquaintance and we occasionally call each other just to touch base & see how the "Treatments" are progressing etc.
...I saw her walk into the Club & I immediately froze.
I hid, from her. I didn't want her to see me or ask me how I was.
I couldn't face telling her that I was pregnant. I just couldn't do that to my IF friend. So I laid low, watched her drink a beer and slunk away guilt ridden. The strangest thing. Why did I do that?

Bring Me Some Water!

Sleeping.
Like. An. Imbecile.

Puking.
But. Won't. Stop. Eating.

Thirsty.
Can't. Drink. Enough.


Today's bloodwork has shown a significant rise in my HCG level.
Our clinic says "You are doing really well!"
We have cleared another hurdle & that, my friends is astounding and joyous.

Boob Scrutiny. The Early Days.

After all these years, you would think I'd mastered the art of patience.
Ah! Ha! Ha! Hilarious!
I have only been pregnant 2 seconds and I want my baby NOW!
Thus far I have avoided feelings of guilt, trepidation or anxiety....I'm sure there's plenty of time for that later. I am feeling great. I gag constantly. I wake several times a night. I have given up spaghetti (did someone say reflux?) but overall these things are easy to cope with.
I stare at my body each morning in the mirror, regretting that tattoo but mostly searching for a sign of change. A bump. A lump. A stretch. A darkening of area. Of course there's nothing. There won't be any changes for weeks.
Patience......patience.
Further bloodwork next week, and an U/S on the 30th. Until then I shall embrace my blissful naivety & grin broadly at every pregnant woman I see. It's a nice change from scowling at them. For both parties.

HCG

Still Surreal.

At our clinic, we have to call for blood results between 3 & 4 pm. On Tuesday Peter made the call while I cowered under a pillow on the loungeroom floor. During the call Peter fled the room with phone in hand & that of course made me think it was all bad. I could barely breathe. I chased him & overheard him say "So, she has to stay on all her meds".....then I knew. Holy shit. How unreal. In the excitement we forgot to ask about HCG numbers etc (I know...how mental) So I have been waiting for them to arrive in the mail. Why am I so calm? Yesterday we received our "Congratulations" paperwork & found out the HCG was 765. This is the first time I have ever been pregnant, but I think this number is good for 13dp5dt. I may be a IF veteran....but I am a pregnancy novice.

O.C.

.....I have an Orange belt to jazz up my Brown Jumpsuit.

(re: my post at http://mrsnegative.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-party-started.html )

The star embryo did good.
I am pregnant.
And completely overwhelmed.
Wow...oh, WOW!

7dp5...whatever

Ha! Yes, 7dp5dt. What is happening in there? I do not need to explain the utter pain & misery & glorious hope of the 2ww to any of you.
You all know.

No symptoms. Except slightly sore ( . )( . )
...actually, I think I just wanted to draw my tits using only brackets & full-stops. It cracks me up.
Beta next Tuesday. I have already said to Peter that should our star embryo fail, breaking our hearts & souls with a slimy flick of it's hatching tail...then I shall only be consoled with a puppy. So I guess I have something to look forward to either way........a baby is coming....just not sure if it's 2 or 4 legged.
Sigh.
I need a drink. A great, big drink.