I'm awake, damnit!

On the average I've felt a (Oh, Happy Easter to those who celebrate) helluva lot better over the course of the past week than I had in weeks before. The headaches that kept my eyes tightly shut with my head under a comforter are either gone or controllable by a Tylenol.

I didn't have a terrible amount of nausea in weeks past. When I went to the OB last Monday, my NP told me that in general the queasies start to go away at around 10 weeks. That's next Sunday. Because I had only thrown up a couple of times by the point of my OB visit, I turned down the prescription I was offered (it would have made me tired).

Of course, since then my nausea has increased by (completely arbitrary number) 75%. Not enough to tip off my coworkers, but enough to plot out discrete bushes to throw up behind at the office.

To start off a completely fabulous Sunday, I woke up, fed the cats, and as I was preparing my instant strawberry-flavored oatmeal, I dropped the whole damned bowl on the kitchen floor. Fortunately, the cats will lick up any sticky spots.

In better news, I qualifed for a UNC study where I can get three free ultrasounds. It's a pregnancy study concerning women with fibroids, which I don't have, so my participation will probably be limited. All the same, I get to go in on Wednesday and maybe see a heartbeat. Yay!