Sorry for the silence! Basically, if I were to post every day like Sprogblogger, you'd get a catalog of what I ate, and how crappy I felt afterwards, even though I HAD to eat!
So here is the scoop:
-No pink spotting, just wee amounts of the brown--it's almost like not spotting at all!
-I feel pretty good in the am, nausea is much more easily controlled by food at that point of the day, but come 1 or 2 pm, then I am at the mercy of the cravings vs the nausea. It's oddly reassuring, although each morning I'm a bit worried that this is the day I'm going to feel fine and get freaked out. And yes, I know, sickness doesn't = healthy babies, but it is awfully reassuring.
-Even though I am eating in a very healthy way (mostly fruit, bran muffins, cereal, fruit, cheese, toast with peanut butter, etc etc etc), I am busting out of my pants. I was a bit puffed from the depression, and then the high estrogen BCP's and Lupron, and now I have the perma-bloat belly which doesn't fit into my few remaining fat pants...I've been brave and bought a few maternity transition type things (Bella band is not comfy--short waisted, makes me more uncomfortable!) but one pair of pants needs hemming, and I don't want to repeat the miscarriage miscommunication with my dry cleaner, so I need to go to a different one to get them hemmed, and pants that I wore last week, and then washed, are too tight. I've tried going up a size, but that doesn't work either. The pants are too big in the legs and hips, and maybe fit on the belly. Ugh. After next week's ultrasound, if we get the good news, I'm getting some pants, and a bathing suit because we are going to Hawaii!
-Finally after all these fertility treatments, we have enough miles to fly the good seats (in coach) to Hawaii, and we are going ASAP.
-In very brave news, we decided to change OB/GYN's. I started going to a large local practice when I moved here, and for the most part, it's been fine. My doctor, who was really responsive and wonderful left to start his own practice, and it was just easier to stay on with his old partners. The doctors are great, all of them, but the office is a mess. It took 3 days, and two calls to get an appointment, and that was just too much of a pain. And lingering in the background was some disappointment in my doctor because she never acknowledged my miscarriage last winter. She had seen us, and I did inform the office (who were pretty cold about it), and maybe my expectations are too high, but yeesh, even our vet clinic has an institutionalized process for acknowledging pet loss! So I hunted down my old doc, checked him out on various parent websites, and decided to go back to him. He delivers all his own babies (except if he's on vacation, or two go at once?), and that was reassuring to us. We wanted to know who was going to deliver. He's a high risk OB, and handles twin pregnancies. Two surgeon's wrote on a parent website that they chose him for his skill in c-sections, so that seemed good.
Now all we have to do is pass our 8 week ultrasound with nice high heartbeats, and viola! No, I know there will be a LOT of worries along the way, I didn't get a personality transplant along with my donor gametes, but I feel so much more confident of this pregnancy than my other two.
Off to nibble, moan and enjoy the heck out of every second of it!