This morning I threw up into the waste disposal unit. And then I smiled.
I’d been worried since my tummy bug cleared up and I wasn’t feeling so rotten, but now it’s all on, full force, and I couldn’t be happier. The worse I feel, the better I feel, and while I know there isn’t necessarily a direct correlation between number of pregnancy symptoms and health of the baby, it’s just comforting to know that hormones are flooding my body and doing their thing.
Also, we had the scan this afternoon and I am 7 weeks along, pretty much bang on the money where I thought I was (I sat in the Dr’s office a week ago and told her that I thought I was 6 weeks pregnant). She put my EDD at the 2nd, the scan puts it at the 6th, either way, I was right 🙂 We saw the heart beating, 146, lovely number. So relieved that everything looks good at the moment, it’s solidified everything for me and I feel like now I can move forward.
With the writing? Heh, I would like to think so, but my brain won’t stop making lists. I need to plaster that hole in the toilet wall, wash it all down, undercoat it, paint it. There is a lot of weeding and gardening to get done. I need to finally get around to stripping the last remnants of wallpaper in our room and get that painted too, rearrange the furniture in there for maximized winter baby occupancy (I have a layout in mind, it’s just a matter of doing it, but I guess I should put the new carpet in there as well after I’ve done the painting right? lol). Anyway, you get the idea…
Ah, new life is bliss, and that new life is inside me. Bliss.