Today I am five weeks pregnant. It feels so good to be able to say that.
I have had a surprisingly zen week and two days so far, until this morning when I determined that I should not eat any more beets during my pregnancy, lest I want to give myself another unpleasant scare in the bathroom involving reddish urine. Heh hem.
But apart from the beet incident. I am amazed at how calm I’ve been. I was sure that after all the struggling to get pregnant, I would be in a state of constant panic when I finally got pregnant. I’m not going to say I’m cocky and 100% confident that my entire pregnancy will be smooth sailing. But I guess I just want to enjoy every moment, and not waste this precious time freaking out that something is going to go wrong. That being said, I am writing all this with my fingers metaphorically crossed behind my back and saying a silent little prayer. But I’m not panicking.
Last Thursday I had blood work done and my hcG level had tripled in two days (135 on day 14 to 401 on day 16). Holy crap. I went in again this morning for another blood draw and will get the results later this afternoon. Fingers crossed for sky-high numbers. Next week we’ll get to have our first ultrasound, and find out how many little munchkins are in there before we take off on vacation to England and France.
In the meantime, I am just trying to bask in the afterglow. Or the during-glow, I suppose. I am just so so grateful. I don’t know how many times I can say that. It doesn’t become any less true with repetition, I promise.