I can't believe that I have made it to 8 weeks. I am still trying not to get excited, but at the same time this is the furthest we have gotten by far. Each day I feel myself getting evermore hopeful. I start to plan things out in my head and see us as a family. I hate it because I know I will have further to fall if things go wrong. But I really want to enjoy this pregnancy. I guess it is the curse of infertility. We are never going to enjoy this pregnancy the way a fertile couple would.
On a different note...
I am already starting to show! Many of my clothes are getting tight already. If I wear my tighter tops you can really tell that I am either pregnant or I have suddenly put on a fair amount of weight. I need to go and buy some looser tops and pants, but don't want to jinx myself by buying anything too early. Maybe I could just buy a couple of things that are a size bigger, but not maternity wear. Ah the dilemma of it all.
Well I decided to take the day off today. I just needed a sleep in and to be able to sloth around on the lounge. This tiredness business and all day queasy feeling, coupled with the heat really wears you down. Not that I am complaining. It is all a great sign to show that our little one is hanging in there. I start to panic if I suddenly feel ok for a while!
Enough from me. Thank you to all my well wishers. I really appreciate your support!