wake, eat, sick, eat, sick, eat, sick, sleep, repeat

Nothing much to report. We are waiting for any news from the lawyers on where we may or may not be living in a mere 7 weeks. I am using my incredible tense energy to pick astonishingly creative fights with Wes. I have not yet found any way to keep from feeling nauseated on a pretty much perpetual basis, other than to eat without stopping. But I have to admit that the nausea, while there, is improved a bit from the 8 week time. I still feel like gagging for a large percentage of the day, but the fever pitch of nausea that makes one have to actually lie down seems to have passed. It is more mild and familiar now.

I am barely thinking about the nuchal/blood results, since they are rather moot for us anyway. The nuchal was just supposed to see if we needed to be catastophically concerned yet. The fact that it was so… blase, really, meant that we have another few weeks to wait. We are having the amnio no matter what. I scheduled it, even. My doctor tells me that since it is an elective amnio, they will likely sit me down and lecture me about the terrible risks of the thing. That ought to be fun. It is exactly 4 weeks from today.

Ridiculously, people seem to believe I am pregnant in some sort of lasting way. First the hospital insisting on the scheduling of the 20 week scan (ha!) and then yesterday, my boss sitting me down to get my preliminary thoughts on maternity leave for the fall. I actually had to say to him that I found all of this incredibly optimistic since surely I won’t be pregnant much longer. He made a sympathetic face. But I am sure he thought I was a terrible, morbid person.

OK. Back to figuring out what to eat next. It is, frankly, really tedious and boring to eat this much. Also distracting as hell – I honestly can’t think seriously about work for more than a half hour or so, usually while or right after eating. Other than that, I am just thinking pathetic thoughts about how very sick I feel and how very much I would like to be at home.