This was a bit of a tumultuous week.
Tuesday morning I went in for my first set of blood work. hCG came back at 647(LMP 4w3d), which confirmed pregnancy. We, of course, were excited to have things confirmed again. But then on Wednesday morning I had some brown discharge after going to the washroom. I was beside myself convinced that I was losing the pregnancy. Jen was reassuring. Google had conflicting messages. The spotting went away as the day wore on, but of course, every time I went to the washroom I was anxious. I waited for Thursday and the next set of blood work.
Thursday morning I had brown discharge again, but I also had my second set of blood work. I was anxious to get the results. The clinic called in the afternoon -hCG this time was 1600 (LMP 4w5d). I was beyond happy, but didn't have much time to think about it since I was at the hospital just starting into the long stint of supporting my sister in labour.
In the wee hours of Friday morning, just as my sister was reaching 9cm, I felt a surge coming over me and I had to run to the bathroom to be sick. From her bed, my sister called out, "Allison, is there something you're not telling us?" To which, I replied, "Yes." We really wanted to wait to share the news. Not only to be more sure of things, but also because we wanted to give my sister and her husband their moment in spotlight. They were the ones with the baby well on his way. They deserve the focus to be on them and their child right now. I told her that we're not telling anyone, and they seemed understanding. I apologized for not being able to wait to tell them, but good sister that she is, she wasn't upset by it, just excited for us. (Even if earlier in labour she was saying very adamantly to me, "Don't do it, Allison! It is not worth it!")
I was really tired at the end of last week and earlier this week, but that seemed to taper off a bit. Of course, I'm tired right now from being up all night on Thursday, but I expect that will sort itself out by the end of the weekend. Smells have been really starting to get to me. I can't quite tell if
I'm smelling more, or if scents are just bothering me more. I feel
hungry a lot of the time, but also unable to eat a lot. I'm making an effort to drink more water, which makes me have to pee constantly.
And now, I'll leave you with a photo of my five week tummy: