I started to realize a couple of days ago that anxiety was taking over. That this wasn't normal newly-pregnant-woman nerves. I mean, anyone would worry with low betas. But I was spending entire days with a boulder in my stomach. I was making myself and my child pretty unhappy.
So yesterday I worked out in the morning so as to make sure I'd have time to do prenatal yoga with meditation in the afternoon. Unfortunately, my current child decided not to nap, so my meditation "practice" was accomplished with an almost three year old hanging off my body. And then I had further snafus with trying to get an ultrasound scheduled locally. And had to spend ever more time on the phone.
But it was a start. And last night, by the time I got Calliope into bed, I was exhausted. I ate a bit more food and then fell into bed at 8:30 pm. And turned out the light at 9 pm. Approximately three hours earlier than normal!
So it could be a fluke, but maybe this is one more sign of pregnancy?
I also seem to be more sensitive to smells. Not to the point of nausea; I'm just noticing a lot more smells in the world. And my nipples are sore. And my digestion seems off -- food seems to sit more heavily in my stomach.
All potentially suggestive of pregnancy... but not guarantees. I sure wish I had catologued all these things with the first pregnancy... but I was too nervous to blog until my pregnancy was well underway.
First sonogram is scheduled for this Friday, two days away. I'll be five weeks and six days. I'm not obsessing about it yet, so that's progress.
I also went for acupuncture this morning for the first time in a month or more, so perhaps that's helping.
For now, I'm focusing on being very much attached to this pregnancy... but not yet allowing myself to become attached to the idea of a baby.