I feel like this post is going to be a lot of "diarrhea of the mouth." I have a lot to say, but none of it has much logic or form.
I'm in between 5 1/2 and 6 weeks now (I think). Totally bizarre to think I've know about this pregnancy for almost 2 weeks now and there still isn't a detectable heartbeat yet. When we were TTC I was an obsessive early tester. This time around, I only tested because I just felt CRAZY pregnant. But again, it was super early. I makes the first trimester DRAG on forever when you find out right at 4 weeks (or even sooner).
For the most part, I don't worry too much about what is (or is not) going on in my uterus. I've accepted that I have no control over it whatsoever. I'm sure my anxiety will be sky high come September 4th going into our ultrasound, but for now I'm just letting my body do it's thing. I'm not peeing on tests anymore. (Once I got 3+ on the CBE there wasn't a lot left to accomplish with that stupid exercise.)
The ripping sensation (RLP) in my abdomen every time I twist or stand too quickly is a nice reminder that at least for now my body is preparing itself for pregnancy. The hormones / emotions are another reminder that I'm definitely not myself. I cry way too easily and lost my temper way too easily too. (And the temper thing is unfortunate, because I never had a long fuse to begin with. My kids and my patience level right now are not a good combination.) :(
I'm not sick yet. But I am finding that when I get hungry, nothing sounds good to eat at all. I mean NOTHING. I could not find one thing on an entire restaurant menu I wanted to eat last night. And today in the grocery store, the only thing that sounded remotely decent was tabouli, and by the time I got home and sat down to eat it, it was quite disappointing. But I can eat and am eating. If the previous 2 successful pregnancies are any indication, I would expect sickness to strike anytime in the next week.
My weight is bothering me. A lot. I had no intention of getting pregnant at this weight. (Hell, I had no intention of ever BEING this weight.) Basically I've put on 20lbs from *each* the 3 major life events I've had in the last 6 years. After my wedding I gained 20lbs. After Boy 1, my body found a new weight that was approximately 20lbs heavier than when I started. And the same thing happened after Boy 2. So I am now up 60 pounds from when I got married. And sure, maybe that was an unrealistic weight for me to maintain, but I'm just flat out gross now. I'm easily 40-50 pounds grossly overweight and starting a pregnancy that way SUCKS. I was dieting and running before this pregnancy surprise happened, so I'm trying to stick with the exercise and maintain a healthy diet. I think that if this pregnancy goes the distance, that is going to be my BIGGEST struggle. I need to be healthy. Not just because I don't like the way I look, but because being overweight and pregnant creates complications. I want a VBAC. I want to go to full term. I don't want to worry about gestational diabetes, another 10lb baby, or pre-eclampsia.
And then there are the thoughts of the VBAC. I won't even go there now. I mean, obviously, my mind is there or I wouldn't have brought it up. But we don't even know if this is a viable pregnancy yet and I'm already longing for a particular birth experience. I need to stay grounded in the very real possibility that this could be another first trimester miscarriage. The more I let myself think and hope for the milestones ahead, the more I am going to be crushed if we lose this pregnancy. (And right now, I don't feel like I will be "crushed" - but I am getting more and more attached to the idea every day.)
I guess that's all for now. I suppose I could have just said, "I'm fat, I'm crying a lot, my patience is shot, and I don't know what I'm going to eat tomorrow." ;)