8 weeks

You may be saying to yourself: What? How was she 7 weeks on Monday and 8 weeks on Wednesday?

I'm just that amazing.

Actually, the real answer is that the baby was measuring ahead of where I believed I was, so I gained almost a whole week this week. On Monday, I was carrying a baby that was 7 weeks and 5 days. So, my official due date (for now, because I truly believe that it will change again) is May 6, 2009.

The bad part was that I started bleeding Monday night. That sucked. It slowed down over night and pretty much came to a halt yesterday. I had a bit more today, featuring TMI, so I won't share it here.

But, I am not worried because the ultrasound was really good and the doctor was happy about it. I have an appt on October 2nd, and I think that we might try to find the heartbeat with the doppler again (we did Tuesday, when I was freaking out and went it to make sure he thought like I did -- that the bajingo ultrasound had irritated my cervix, along with the transducer gel.

The doctor's office was great and everything. They really are good for me.

I love being 8 weeks now. I'm just that much closer to being out of the 1st trimester, when I can start admitting to it. Until then, I will deny when asked. And for the record, when this is more public to be read, THIS is the reason that we didn't come for Homecoming. A) I would have been dead tired and in no shape to camp out with Nims and B) I couldn't drink anyway and what fun is the parade if you can't drink mimosas? So, I will think of all of you while taking the weekend to relax and keep myself healthy.

I was feeling really good on Monday -- like TOO good. And now I'm back to feeling just generally tired and nauseous. It makes me feel good, to be sick. I know that things are okay.

The next month is the scariest part for me. I've been here before, as I've said, only to wind up with nothing. But, based on my feelings and symptoms so far, I have NO problems what so ever. Just having Dr. S say that my next one would be perfectly okay has made it so.

I hope it's a girl. Then, if I don't want to do this again, I don't have to...ha ha! At least my kids will have cousins that are close to the same age, whenever that happens. A couple years difference really isn't that much.