7 weeks

7 weeks pregnant today.  If all is still going well, the baby should be about the size of a blueberry.

Up until yesterday I was fairly optimistic about this pregnancy, but my relatively good day yesterday really played some head games with me.  I wouldn't say that I felt great or normal yesterday, but I tolerated a fair amount of food and didn't even feel the need to keep a plastic bag with me at all times.  Jury is still out on how I feel today.  I've only been awake for about 30 minutes and don't feel great, but that's a pretty typical morning for me, pregnant or not.  (I'm slow and grumpy to wake up.)

Of course, to mess with my head even more, I had my first dream last night about miscarrying this pregnancy.  In between the last miscarriage and this pregnancy, I had miscarriage dreams quite frequently, but somehow my mind had kept them at bay during this pregnancy . . . until now.  I'll save you the gory details, but it was horrifying and upsetting and did nothing to calm my nerves.

Thursday morning feels a million hours a way.  Still 2 full more days to analyze why I'm feeling better and to hope I start feeling worse again really soon. I am so glad my RE is bringing me back for another ultrasound and I am so glad my husband is going to be able to go with me.  I feel like this one may not have the same happy outcome as previous ones.