Hang On, Little Bean

After a whirlwind two weeks of holidays, in-laws, emotional turmoil, and road trips, I have wonderful news to report. I. Am. Pregnant. Yes, it's true. I know, I know - I can't believe it either. But, the bloodwork doesn't lie and yesterday I had a solid beta count of 460. I was quite happy with this, compared to my last beta of 6 after the 3rd IUI. The real test comes tomorrow when I have a repeat to see if it doubled. We are of course scared to get too excited at this point, but honestly it has just got to be our turn. Right? Surely this is our long-desired child.

Symptoms so far:

Huge swollen painful breasts, which have apparently drawn up some sort of treasure map in blue veins. DH is fascinated with them of course.

Morning lightheadedness and middle of the night nausea. No vomiting yet, but I'll be sure to report if that happens.

Struck down with the sleepy stick. ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz........

I am convinced something is rotten in my refrigerator, and after having several people go in there to sniff around, have been told there is no smell whatsoever in there. Also almost gagged from the smell of DH's starched shirt the other day, and I have never noticed that smell before.

Light cramping and weird stretchy pains when I stand quickly, cough, sneeze, roll over, just about anything. This is freaking me out and making me think I'm dislodging the baby. Will ask nurse about it tomorrow.

So there you go. Four weeks and 4 days down, many many more to go. Mission in life is to keep this one growing and thriving.