WEEK TEN UPDATE

The Hub and I had another visit with the professional today.

As it turns out, I will be peeing in a cup every visit.  Oh goody!  I am pretty good at hitting my targets but I have to tell you that when the target is tiny, there is a really good chance that I'm going to piss on my hands.  This time, however, I managed to keep my digits clean.  Hooray.

For about a week, I have been miserable believing that I had gained 16 pounds in the last three weeks.  Despite the fact that my pants are *just* a bit tight, I was sure that I was in the early throes of gestational diabetes or some strange thyroid problem.  Or, some new gestational disease that no one had ever experienced before.

Sure, I would have had to taken in 56,000 extra calories in three weeks.  But, I'm knocked-up and it's impairing my logic.  A lot.

I was delighted to find that I had gained 4 pounds since the start of this madness.  And dismayed that I believed the rickety scale that lives in the back of the bathroom closet.  Idiot.

The two cysts in my breasts and the one that has forever called my right ovary "home" are all fine.  In fact, the ovarian cyst is smaller than it has ever been.  Thank goodness for the (stratospheric) spike in progesterone.  Really.  NOT the acne.  NOT the dangerous level of angry.  NOT the constant sick.  This is the only good thing about this overload of hormones.  ONLY.  THING.

I have bad veins.  Before my gallbladder surgery, five different professionals tried multiple times to stick me.  It was torture.  Today, it took only two nurses with three sticks to hit red liquid gold.  I'm thanking the powers that be that I don't need to donate again for several months.  Today, the attempts made the room very hot and very dizzy.  Boo.

Those of you who know me are aware that I am seldom insecure.  But, these last three weeks, I have been growing concerned.  This early in the game, there is no telling if all is well until you hear or see the goodness.  Today, I got a little relief.

I watched as the Hub's eyes beam when he heard the heartbeat.  I felt a thrill when I saw the legs and arms kicking out.  Reassurance.

Despite being a few weeks further along, the baby still feels as though it is growing in my back.  It has yet to fill up enough to flip forwards like a normal uterus.  The Doc estimates another four or five weeks will rectify this.

It was really nice to see the heart pumping like mad and how active the Spitfire is.  The head still makes it look a little alien like, but less like it's going to claw its way out of my stomach.

REVIEW:  Peeing in cups.  Good appointment.  Proof of life.