I swear I will someday talk about something besides being pregnant on here...like tomorrow! When I promise (fingers crossed just in case) to post the pictures of the Dirty Thirty party! Still, for today it seems like at least one more nothing-but-pregnancy post is appropriate seeing as how I am officially five weeks pregnant today. Five weeks sounds so much better than four (and six will sound better than five). Everyday that passes it makes this seem more real, and at the same time so much more fake. I am fighting the urge to call Doc and ask for another blood test. I want to be reassured that my numbers are going up. That I am STILL pregnant. I know this is the infertility talking. Doubting everything I know. Still, this two and a half week wait to the ultrasound feels like an eternity!
So I am fighting the urge to call for now. Believing Doc knows best and that if I needed multiple blood tests, I would be getting them. As crazy as if sounds, I would love a good wave of nausea right around now. Just to prove that things are happening. As it stands, I feel pretty normal. Just a slightly more tired, bigger boobed version of Sarah. I know it is early, and the signs will come. For now, I love that I am officially five weeks along!