I feel like someone drugged me. I have slept away most of Thanksgiving weekend. This is not the kind of sleep where you dose in bed, somewhere between the conscious and unconscious realm; this is the kind of sleep where you roll over and look at the clock and it has been 5 hours since you last looked and you have pillow creases all over your arms (presumably face, too, but you are too tired to get up and look in the mirror)and you don’t feel one bit more refreshed than when you first laid down.
Mr. MC has been on S duty all weekend, thank goodness.
I remember this fatigue from pregnancy #3, but it was not such a big deal because there was not a little person around who needed to be changed/fed/hugged/kissed/entertained/bathed. I don’t know how I am going to make it if this fatigue persists. My mom just doesn’t seem to understand just how very tired I am and subtly suggests there is something wrong with me.
The nausea has also kicked in. I am super gaggy and retchy, but have not puked yet. Mr. MC changed a nasty diaper tonight or I would have ralphed by now. I don’t know what I am going to do if I get a poopy diaper and I am home alone becuase the smell alone makes me gag.
I feel like a freak. I have also not seen a heartbeat yet, so this could be all for naught.
I feel less pregnant today, which makes no sense, because I am shooting HCG into my leg every three days and shoving Progesterone up my bajingo every night. I am still terrified of finding nothing alive at next Tuesday’s ultrasound.
My boobs are not as sore. I am still utterly exhausted and gaggy. I think I remember this happening with pregnancy #3, but at that point I was peeing on sticks still (for The Plan) and that made me feel better. My hormone levels are higher with this pregnancy and I already maxed out the dye in the tests earlier this week, so peeing on sticks is moot. This is probably all mental, right?
I am too tired to really panic. I also have a ton of stuff to do, and S doesn’t understand why Mommy just wants to lay around all day. Instead, to really shock us back to reality, we are going to Target on Black Friday. Maybe we will go to IHOP for lunch. My kitchen is too messy right now to cook.
Update: I did indeed go to Target and, as expected, it was packed. As we left I got hit with a wave of nausea that is still going strong. No vomiting, but I had to take a Zofran and my Unisom/B-6 nightcap.
Ultrasound today with the dildo-cam revealed one sac. According to the nurse, it’s too early to expect to see anything more than that. So, once again, we wait for next week’s ultrasound.
HCG = 5878 (I started my HCG injections, so this is skewed by the shots)
Progesterone = 21.7 (good number, but again skewed by all the cream I shove up my bajingo)
TSH = 3 (I was told that under 2 was ideal, but since this is still “normal” they are not going to up my thyroid medicine)
(in no particular order)
1. going to my ultrasound on Tuesday and finding nothing
2. going to my ultrasound on Tuesday and finding one sac, but finding nothing alive a week+ later
3. going to my ultrasound on Tuesday and finding more than one sac, but finding nothing alive a week+ later
4. going to my ultrasound on Tuesday and finding more than one sac, and having them all turn into take-home-babies
5. whether I can travel internationally from weeks 32-34, assuming something sticks
6. tenure requirements (i.e. how I am going to publish as much as I need to)
7. whether my colitis is going to stop acting up if this pregnancy progresses
I have no idea what this means, except that my HCG levels more than doubled.
4w/1d (about 15dpo) = 310 HCG
Ultrasound shows a corpus luteum on the right ovary and a thick endometrial lining; nothing else is visible this early.
Repeat draw on Thursday. Next appointment is a week from today for another ultrasound.
HCG level is, according to the nurse, very, very good. According to Dr. Google, I am off the charts for a singleton pregnancy, but I am not going there right now. One thing at a time.
I was riding home on the bus and the urge to pee on a stick was just overwhelming.
I knew it was too early, but I just couldn’t help myself.
My cheapo tests are not here yet so I used a First Response ( = $$) to test on 7-8 dpo.
I know this is not going to shock you, but it was negative.
Then I ripped the test apart and really looked at it.
I hate the two-week-wait; it turns me into a lunatic.
(… and then I went upstairs and fished it out of the garbage to have another look. Still negative. Pathetic. )