My ultrasound would have been this coming Tuesday, but we will be on a Caribbean cruise all week. So it will be 7/8, the Tuesday after we get back.
But you better believe that I will be eating for at least three after THAT beta. HOT DAMN!
Here's how I'm feeling:
Tired. So very, very tired.
Bloated. So very, very bloated.
Nervous. So very, very nervous.
Hungry. So very, very hungry.
I bought a pregnancy book (smug, I know. I'm sure something will go wrong now that I've been so bold as to buy a pregnancy book) and it is kind of pissing me off. It is Your Pregnancy Week by Week.
First of all, they expect you to only gain, like, 3 pounds during your first trimester. Bitch whaaaaa? I gained 3 pounds at dinner tonight! And they are all, "Oh, you will be able to wear your normal clothes until, like, 14 weeks. Or else you are a total hoss and should step away from the refrigerator."
I'll just let you know that none of my clothes fit. I know I've been over this, but for realsies people: even the fat infertility pants won't button without a tub of margarine, a wing, and a prayer.
I read way far ahead, but got really bored at 26 weeks.
I think I'm a better infertile than pregnant person.