OK, as I've previously stated: I want to try and stay positive during this whole baby-growing process. On the way to work today, I realized "This is my first pregnancy". I know this is a reoccurring theme, but it's quite weird to realize you're going through something so huge. This is the story I'll be telling our little one as they grow up. (Flash backs of my mother telling me these stories of how her pregnancy with me was great, whereas with my brother wasn't so great).
I can't say it's been a walk in the park, and this is only the beginning. I know that as the days pass by, I'll wake up feeling worse and worse. This morning, I almost started gagging in the shower. I wanted to take a nap at 7:45am. I'm sitting here constipated and nauseous but trying to remind myself that it's all for a great reason.
I can handle it. I still want to tell everyone so I can whine and complain and have someone say "It's ok, you're doing great" But I can't. Next weekend we get to tell our parents. I'm so excited! I can't wait to talk to my mom and mother-in-law about my symptoms. T minus 11 days. Yay! Also, I've got that second appointment on 11/8. We got a few frames for our parents and we're going to put the ultrasound pictures in the frames and give it to them.
So, not feeling great, but staying positive. I try to remind myself that this is better than 'imagining' symptoms while TTC, but at least those symptoms were more mild than this. This, I can't ignore.
6 weeks 1 day