So yesterday, when the Zen was leaving me an I was obsessing over how to figure out if my 'baby' was a 'blighted ovum' via any little piece of data I posses (yeah, all I did was freak myself out), I realized that the day of my ultrasound (Nov 23rd), would only find me 5w3d pregnant, and that would probably be too early to reliably tell if there was a real baby developing in there. I think what happened was that my nurse, who primarily deals with IVF, counted two weeks from my IUI rather than 5 days from my IUI which is the earliest I could have conceived (meaning the wee embryo would have descended in the the ute), and thus my ultrasound should have been the Friday after Thanksgiving, but since they are only open for retrievals/transfers and emergencies. Oy. Of course, the following Monday is currently booked or locked (they lock aspects of the schedule, and then unlock them later...) So, at this point, I don't have an appointment for an ultrasound. But I will, but I don't.
My breasts are still less than completely agonizingly sore, but they are sore, and I don't get to freak out about it, or so I'm told.
I'm continuing to have the post lunch pre dinner nausea and exhaustion, which descends between 12 and 2 and lifts around 6. I'm thinking me and Cold Case are gonna get to be real good friends.
Yesterday I finally started to have a little bit of cramping--I'm taking this as a good sign, because my tendency is to make everything an emergency. It is very mild, and short and not painful, but surprising. I am not a cramper in general, so just feeling my uterus is sort of jarring.
Another really odd thing is that I'm warm. Duh, but still, for a person who is usually cold, to throw off her bathrobe and bemoan the fact that the heat is on in the morning when she comes into the kitchen, is weird. Also, iced mint tea in the am. Yum. Again, I love HOT tea, but this must be part of the symptoms.
I feel sort of icky in the morning, but not anything like the afternoon.
So I'm just going to try to chug along, and not get to freaked out. Yeah, that'll be easy.