Happy. Happy about S’s belly pouching out a bit. Happy about her mild nausea. Releived to be feeling how I expected to be feeling. The anonymous bad speller who commented on my last post didn’t even enrage me. Bitches like that are the reason I am afraid to be honest about being a complicated person, but really, eff her. It isn’t even worth taking about cause it was mean and not constructive. Stop reading my blog if you can’t hang bi-atch…go read some rosy blog full of blinkies and positive affirmations. So.not.me. Anyhoo, back to the happiness.
We are not doing a beta, because we are afraid we’ll just obsess over numbers, and it doesn’t seem worth it. I scheduled an ultrasound for 6 weeks (which is in 2 weeks) per Dr. Poor Social Skills’ instructions. YAY.
Some progesterone questions. S HATES the hoo-has, so our doc is switching her to oral tablets, 2 X per day. Any reason not to do this? Her CD21 progesterone was 48, which seems insanely high to me (see? give me a number and I will obsess). Is that normal? From the hoo-has? It better not bean indication of quadruplets.
It feels incredible to do all the things we were holding back on. Baby name books. Pregnancy books. Onesies. And I’m not knocking on wood when I say miscarriage. We just.aren’t.going.there. Thusly, we are telling people, and proceeding as if that is not an going to happen. God help us if it does, we’ll need all the support we can muster.