I would also like to officially rescind the "hooray, life is great, I'm not nauseus at all" statements. While life is still great, that greatness is now coming with a side of morning sickness. This is the third day in a row that I woke up queasy. Luckily, so far, it's nothing a little crackers and mint tea can't handle. But I'm only at 5 weeks and 2 days (or 5w2d, as the acronym-obsessed women on my November 2011 babies chat board would say), which suggests that the nausea will get worse before it gets better.
In other news, I have another ultrasound coming up on Monday. So I figured I'd better post my other blob pics before I get ahold of this new one. Unfortunately, I had to do it all ghetto-style and takes pics of the pics rather than scan them because I live in 1867. Regardless, observe:
3 days
I love this picture (as you can see by the well-worn fold marks in the paper. I am seriously about to love this picture in half if I don't get it in a scrap book asap). I mean - how many parents can say they have pictures of their chitlins when they were 3 days old. That's crazy, man! Crazy!
4 weeks
I also love this picture because its the first ultrasound of our kids. However, I'm not entirely convinced that the blob on the right isn't an lima bean that I swallowed whole and somehow made its way to my uterus. Still, I can only assume that the ultrasound technician knows what she's doing. If she says its a baby and not a legume, then I guess I'll have to take her word for it.
So other than the nausea, we're still truckin' along. Monday's bloodwork was fine, and I'm hoping for an equally uneventful lab report from today's sample.
And now it's back to the couch for me. I'm kind of burpy and green around the gills. Not to mention tired, because I've been up for a whopping 2.5 hours.
Man, it's a tough life.
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