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A quick update

In deference to Watson who has lovingly (I hope) complained that I haven’t updated since Saturday re: my status as a possible pregnant lady, I will provide this short update.

“In short, there is nothing new to report.”

Ahem. Just kidding. I did take another pregnancy test on Sunday and it was a very obvious, fairly dark test line. At 11 days post IUI, I find that a little hard to believe and a so-called-“friend” of mine had the nerve to suggest that maybe I’ve got triplets a-brewin’ inside of me. ACK! After I threatened her within an inch of her life, she revised her assessment to “well, maybe it’s just twins.” AHEM. Hello? One would be just fine this time around, thankyouverymuch!

So, God? I know we don’t talk much lately, but if you were listening the other day when M suggested triplets? Could you just ignore that?

Moving right along. I have a beta scheduled for tomorrow morning. I don’t expect this will tell me much other than “yes, you’re ever so slightly pregnant.” I expect that the follow up on Friday will be more telling about whether I’m actually going to stay this way.

Normally I wouldn’t even believe that tomorrow’s beta would be positive, except that holy hell am I symptomatic! I am dizzy and nauseated and OH-DEAR-HEAVENS-THE-FATIGUE-IS-KILLING-ME! I have the thirst of a thousand dehydrated maidens. And holy heck, I am learning REALLY fast how to sleep on my back (ick) because it’s like stabbing white-hot pokers in my chest if I try to lie on “the girls” at any time for any reason.

So that’s the update. Like I said, nothing terribly interesting to report. I still don’t think it will last, so I’m not getting my hopes up, but for the moment, I’m cautiously considering myself pregnant. Which is to say that while my head is SCREAMING for Aleve, my pharmacist husband has convinced me that right now it’s all about Tylenol, damn him. Jerk. I think he just likes seeing me suffer. Or maybe not, because when I’m suffering, I treat him terribly. Poor guy. Hey! I went from calling him a jerk to feeling sorry for the jerk in about 4 seconds flat! How does he DO that to me???

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A quick update

In deference to Watson who has lovingly (I hope) complained that I haven't updated since Saturday re: my status as a possible pregnant lady, I will provide this short update.

"In short, there is nothing new to report."

Ahem. Just kidding. I did take another pregnancy test on Sunday and it was a very obvious, fairly dark test line. At 11 days post IUI, I find that a little hard to believe and a so-called-"friend" of mine had the nerve to suggest that maybe I've got triplets a-brewin' inside of me. ACK! After I threatened her within an inch of her life, she revised her assessment to "well, maybe it's just twins." AHEM. Hello? One would be just fine this time around, thankyouverymuch!

So, God? I know we don't talk much lately, but if you were listening the other day when M suggested triplets? Could you just ignore that?

Moving right along. I have a beta scheduled for tomorrow morning. I don't expect this will tell me much other than "yes, you're ever so slightly pregnant." I expect that the follow up on Friday will be more telling about whether I'm actually going to stay this way.

Normally I wouldn't even believe that tomorrow's beta would be positive, except that holy hell am I symptomatic! I am dizzy and nauseated and OH-DEAR-HEAVENS-THE-FATIGUE-IS-KILLING-ME! I have the thirst of a thousand dehydrated maidens. And holy heck, I am learning REALLY fast how to sleep on my back (ick) because it's like stabbing white-hot pokers in my chest if I try to lie on "the girls" at any time for any reason.

So that's the update. Like I said, nothing terribly interesting to report. I still don't think it will last, so I'm not getting my hopes up, but for the moment, I'm cautiously considering myself pregnant. Which is to say that while my head is SCREAMING for Aleve, my pharmacist husband has convinced me that right now it's all about Tylenol, damn him. Jerk. I think he just likes seeing me suffer. Or maybe not, because when I'm suffering, I treat him terribly. Poor guy. Hey! I went from calling him a jerk to feeling sorry for the jerk in about 4 seconds flat! How does he DO that to me???

Read Full Post »

A quick update

In deference to Watson who has lovingly (I hope) complained that I haven't updated since Saturday re: my status as a possible pregnant lady, I will provide this short update.

"In short, there is nothing new to report."

Ahem. Just kidding. I did take another pregnancy test on Sunday and it was a very obvious, fairly dark test line. At 11 days post IUI, I find that a little hard to believe and a so-called-"friend" of mine had the nerve to suggest that maybe I've got triplets a-brewin' inside of me. ACK! After I threatened her within an inch of her life, she revised her assessment to "well, maybe it's just twins." AHEM. Hello? One would be just fine this time around, thankyouverymuch!

So, God? I know we don't talk much lately, but if you were listening the other day when M suggested triplets? Could you just ignore that?

Moving right along. I have a beta scheduled for tomorrow morning. I don't expect this will tell me much other than "yes, you're ever so slightly pregnant." I expect that the follow up on Friday will be more telling about whether I'm actually going to stay this way.

Normally I wouldn't even believe that tomorrow's beta would be positive, except that holy hell am I symptomatic! I am dizzy and nauseated and OH-DEAR-HEAVENS-THE-FATIGUE-IS-KILLING-ME! I have the thirst of a thousand dehydrated maidens. And holy heck, I am learning REALLY fast how to sleep on my back (ick) because it's like stabbing white-hot pokers in my chest if I try to lie on "the girls" at any time for any reason.

So that's the update. Like I said, nothing terribly interesting to report. I still don't think it will last, so I'm not getting my hopes up, but for the moment, I'm cautiously considering myself pregnant. Which is to say that while my head is SCREAMING for Aleve, my pharmacist husband has convinced me that right now it's all about Tylenol, damn him. Jerk. I think he just likes seeing me suffer. Or maybe not, because when I'm suffering, I treat him terribly. Poor guy. Hey! I went from calling him a jerk to feeling sorry for the jerk in about 4 seconds flat! How does he DO that to me???

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