Holy moly. Its going SLOWLY. Hopefully now that I *for sure* know how far along I am it'll go a little quicker. But, dang... I like the 7wk gestation a little better than 5wks... that just means more time feeling worried/scared about the pregnancy ending. UGH. Hopefully in the next couple weeks we'll hear the heartbeat at one of my "self scheduled weekly scans". I called my mom today after lunch:
me: Hey, what are you up to?
mom: Oh, nothing. Just getting ready to scan a patient.
me: Ok. I was going to stop in.
me: Yeah, you know, for my weekly scan.
mom: Oh yeah, ok. I'll be ready in 15.
HAHAH. I love that my mom can do my scans for me. She said the receptionist at her office is also pregnant, as is the receptionists sister. So, they've been having her scan them often. She'll be sick of all of us bugging her to scan us every darn week.
So, whats up with my "not as far along as I assumed pregnant self":
- I've been feeling nauseous for the past 5 days or so... threw up a few times last weekend, threw up OJ this morning (OJ has got to be the nastiest, most acidic thing to vomit. EWW)
- Exhaustion. I feel like such a slacker mom. I'm SO tired by the time 4:00 rolls around. I could take a nap every day. Tonight, after dinner, I put on Little Bear for Porter and we laid on the floor and I took a 30 minute cat nap while he watched tv. So. Tired.
- I feel like a bottomless pit lately... like I can keep eating and eating. But then other times I eat a few bites and thats about all I can keep down.
- I really really love mashed potatoes. KFC, if possible. I was the same way in the very beginning of my pregnancy with Porter. Weird.