Telling friends.

So...this weekend we stayed with 2 other couples at a cabin in Tahoe. It was awesome, although I couldn't snowboard...so that limited some of the activity. Before we went, M and I decided that it might be impossible to NOT tell them because I wouldn't be drinking, and with this crowd that's just downright unacceptable (unless you're pregnant!). As anticipated, about a half-hour into the day, my friend started making comments...which of course led us to confirm it. Everyone was so excited, as they know what we've been through in the past 20 months. It was a good feeling...but I couldn't help the nagging feeling of "what if..".

Today I am 6w4d and am getting sicker as the days go by. More nausea, a little barf thrown in, and some mean headaches (in combination with the constant drowsiness) make me feel like a zombie. I know that it's all normal, though, and am just praying that we see a living embryo at the ultrasound next Monday.

The magical 6 weeks.

So...having been lucky with my first two weeks of pregnancy as far as horrible symptoms go, I wondered if I would get the dreaded 6 weeks nausea.

Woke up this morning sick. Really faint, and really low blood sugar. I drank some OJ and then promptly puked it up. I felt this way on and off until about 12 p.m., at which point I got a pretty severe headache. I waited to see if the headache would resolve itself, but by 4 p.m. decided that it was time for ty.lenol. My first pregnancy medicine. Yikes!

I still have sore tatas, I've been peeing without abandon and am hungry. All. The. Time. Even when I go to bed, I fall asleep with my tummy grumbling. I know that a lot of that can be attributed to the progesterone suppositories...but if they are keeping me pregnant, then bring 'em on!!

Ultrasound in a week and 4 days. Yay!