Oh, the Waiting

Once again, I am anxiously awaiting tomorrow. I have waivered between delirious hope and crushing realism since yesterday afternoon, and I've got to say it's exhausting. It seems to be taking a physical toll as well. With my tiny number 6 HCG, I am suddenly feeling the urge to puke every couple of hours or so, and I have had what I can only describe as a stitch in my side since yesterday evening. It feels like I have been jogging and got a cramp in my side (this feeling is a vague memory, as I am certainly not a runner), and it will not let up or go away. It is up under my rib cage on the right side. This morning in a wave of panic, I googled "Ectopic Symptoms," convinced I am having an ectopic pregnancy. Now, let's hope that isn't the case. But in all honesty I think this pain is too high to be in my tubes, and that tiny number 6 surely could not be creating such a pain, right? I will mention it to the nurse tomorrow when I go in, but I'm thinking maybe I strained something at yoga on Tuesday night? Could this pain be totally pregnancy unrelated?

In other news, my mother's plane should be taking off in 58 minutes. My house is officially clean (well, cleanish) and I am going to meet a friend and her baby for coffee. Decaf, just in case.