Goodness…

I really need to get better at this blogging thing.  Let’s see…  I had my second beta on friday the 15th.  I was prepared for the worst because frankly, ever since that second pink line appeared, I’ve felt like AF is about to start.  Mild cramping, sore boobs, feel like crying, we all know the drill.  I had my blood drawn early in the morning at the hospital where I work.  By 4pm I became anxious for results and called the doctor’s office.  They hadn’t heard anything.  I called the lab, and they said that even though I work there, even though my insurance is through the hospital, that they can’t process my sample in the building.  They had to send it across town.  What?!?!  Why on earth wouldn’t a hospital process it’s own insured samples to save on overhead?  I swear!  For whatever reason all labs are outsourced, and by that time the results were gone.  No one knew what happened.  I was in hysterics.  Seriously.  I came home and all the anxiety and the crappiness and the fatigue overtook me and I sobbed for two hours.  The next morning (a Saturday) I was at work when the doctor’s office called my cell phone.  The nurse there is super nice and knew I was so anxious for results.  My labs had been faxed in overnight.  Beta two= 7,000!  Whoa!  A true 48 hour doubling would have been 5,000.  Plus I thought the numbers were supposed to double a bit more slowly once they were over a couple thousand.  So 7k is way higher than I was expecting, and some little part of me worries about that, but the nurse said it’s all good.  First ultrasound will be the 29th and we should be able to see a heartbeat by then!!  I still can’t quite believe it.  I’m simultaneously ecstatic and worried, and I expect that’s the way the next nine months will go. 

So far:

very sore breasts.  like, I can barely sleep braless sore.  hurt all the time sore. 

slight nausea at times, but nothing that’s very bothersome or consistent.  I consider myself lucky.

gained three pounds.  I’m starting out overweight as it is, so I laughingly hope I won’t gain too much.  but we’ve nicknamed the baby “b.p.” for “bottomless pit” because I swear I could gnosh all day long if I let myself.  And I seem to always want salty snacks which is weird for me.  Usually I’m a major sugar hound.

I’m already finding it hard not to buy everything.  I know, no-one should buy a crib at six weeks pregnant, but I find myself really, really wanting to!!  I want to buy bedding, and onesies, and car seats, and pretty much everything!  For now I’m just feeding the need by surfing through amazon listings and reviews.  But geesh.  I’ve got baby fever bad.