I Don't Want to Say It

I don't want to say it...but of course I will. I believe the early signs of m/s are creeping in on me. Nothing too bad, though. I'd say a 1 or 1.5 on a scale of 10. Honestly, it has felt like a lump in my throat accompanied by a slight queasiness. I've been able to eat without much trouble and I'm hopeful that I'll stay at this stage for a little while longer. I'm still having occaisional cramping (is it less now?) and my boobs are even more sore than last week. The fatigue has been okay the past day or two, not that I would pass up the chance at a yummy nap. That sounds soooo good right now. Of course, it's only 8:30 in the morning.

Tomorrow at 1:30 p.m. is my first OB appointment. Unfortunately, it's with a PA (Melanie Tercko) and not my regular doctor, but I'm still very excited to go. I wonder if they'll do an ultrasound, but either way, it's likely too early to see the heartbeat. I hope they let me come back between 6 and 7 weeks for that. And while we're on the subject of doctors, I should go ahead and complain that Dr. Smith no longer delivers so I can only see her for the first 12 weeks. I'm nervous about finding another doctor I like as well, but I'm trying to not worry about it yet. I've got over 7 1/2 weeks for that.

Anyway, today's official statistics are that I'm 22 dpo, 5w1d, and my weight dropped back a little to 139.5 lbs this morning. I'm sure the doctor's weigh-in will have me near 145 since I'll be dressed and it will be after lunch. Grr.