On the Mend

So the past few weeks have gone a little something like this.

Wake-up, eat crackers, fall back asleep
Wake-up, eat breakfast, will myself to work
Want to fall asleep on clients, or leave the room so I can go feel queasy in peace
Eat a little something
Come home and eat a little more something
Fall back asleep
Wake-up, go teach, tell the girls that when they are stressing me out I feel like I need to throw-up.  They think this is funny.  I really do feel like I need to throw-up.
Go home and fall asleep.
Wake-up 2 times to pee, eat crackers.

It's been crap.  I haven't been excited at all about being pregnant.  Most of my thoughts centered around: if I'm this tired now, how am I ever going to survive once I actually have a baby OR if I'm this miserable now how will I ever survive child-birth.  Most of the time it felt like I had a parasite sucking the life out of me.

On Thursday, however, things started to turn around.  There was an hour or so that I actually felt good (okay or not bad was the best I had been in 2 weeks).  The past few days have been a lot more manageable.  I know I should just feel good about feeling better, but there is part of me that feels like maybe I should be worried.  Maybe things are not progressing if I'm not feeling like total crap.  But I realize that those thought are silly because they serve no constructive purpose.  Plus there is still enough queasiness, bloat, and tenderness to keep me in check.

The big re-confirm appointment is in two days.  We are hoping to see a 9 week 2 day old baby with a strong heartbeat.  If everything is good, we are going to start letting more people know we're expecting!