My Own Piece of Mind

Okay, I'm really OCD about this. But this is what I have decided: That stupid nurse was wrong. If she says 6 weeks, she's off - because I have been counting weeks on a calendar for about an hour. Tom was in Santa Rosa for nearly two weeks during the month of October, it HAD to be after that. That would be only 5 weeks this past Wednesday. I think things are fine. 'Cause I swear the sick I feel isn't lying...it's only getting worse.

Baby G Update

So Tuesday I went in for my first Dr. appointment and came back more frustrated than ecstatic. The nurse did a vaginal ultrasound and flip flopped her estimate between 5 and 6 weeks along, until she settled on 6. Her attitude changed from welcoming and friendly at first meet to reserved and distant upon doing the ultrasound. She said the u/s showed a gestational sac and yolk sac, but no fetal pole which she says she should be seeing. She ordered up a bunch of blood work and I went in again Thursday for follow up blood work on HCG hormone level counts, but I still have no idea what the outcome is. I was scheduled to attend a new patient orientation class (you know, for all the low-class poor girls who get knocked up so easily) and they pulled me from the group, since my pregnancy wasn't viably confirmed yet. I've been a freakin' researching fool the last couple of days, and my hope is quickly fading. Trying to remain hopeful, but the limbo of the next week or two is nearly going to make me crazy. The morning sickness just hit on Tuesday...that has to say something right? I just want to think that that lady guessed wrong and it's still early. Because she could be! I have NO idea when this thing happened - all I know is that for the past couple of weeks we have been nothing but excited with the prospect of a new bitty around here and how dare she replace that with these nasty feelings of woe.