I called the nurse-practitioner as planned, panicked as predicted. She is very calming and I am going in for blood work tomorrow and Thursday. So that's all good I guess. Proactive at least. They can check my progesterone levels and supplement if it's low, and do a quantitative hgc-- you know, to make sure that I'm really preggers as opposed to completely delusional. Although it would be hard to illusion waking up at six in the morning absolutely starving. And simultaneously nauseous! Let the fun and games begin! Right now I feel that I'd rather be miserable than asymptomatic-- more symptoms= more hormones= better, right? Anyways.
Driving home from darts last night:
Don: Speed up, hon. You're going five miles under the speed limit now... We're going to get pulled over if you don't get up to speed.
Me: The car slows down when I'm tired. It understands me.
Don: Great. We're being passed by a scooter.
Me: Clearly a motorcycle. Not a scooter.
Don: Scooter
Me: Motorcycle!
Don: SCOOTER!
Me : MOTORCYCLE!
Repeat as needed until we come up behind the scooter at a red light. But you know, if he wants to drive home from the bar he's more than welcome to drink water like me...
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For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This persective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one. (Souza)
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Good luck at the NP. Hopefully everything will be fine and you can tell us all about it. As for your DH, I'm a worse backseat driver than he is. LOL.
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