Ya’ll, this is going to be a long first trimester. (Please be a long first trimester).
I remember these past few years reading blogs of the lucky ones who got pregnant. They were immediately stressed, worried, waiting for any sign of impending doom (I can’t even SAY the “M” word). And I always thought “What is WRONG with them?! They finally got what we all want! Why can’t they just be happy?!”
I. am. eating. my. words.
Because I am so, so, so over the moon happy. And a lot of the time I feel very confident that this is going to be okay. I’m 26, I’ve never had an “M” word before, my uterus looked good at my HSG and this cycle was textbook perfect, other than ovulating a little lateish at CD 18.
I still spend way too much time researching “M” word rates. In all sorts of ways: by age, by week of pregnancy, by medical condition, by fertility drug usage, whether or not you stay on metformin, on and on and on.
And I just have to stop. And if you’re out there doing it you have to stop too. I am doing EVERYTHING I can to keep this going. I am taking the progesterone. I am taking the met. I am watching my food intake for high sugars or any toxic substances. I have given up on Zumba. I am sleeping like a fiend. I am not taking drugs for this ear infection I’ve picked up (although I will say that I tried the warm apple cider vinegar trick last night and it feels much better today).
I just NEED to get to 6w2d so I can see our Junebug on the ultrasound machine, and most importantly, see their little heart beat.
I am five weeks today. Only 9 nine days to go until ultrasound #1.