The Start of a Good Day?

For the past four weeks I have been feeling pretty crappy. I know it could be a million times worse, so I am trying not to complain too much, though my dearest husband has seen more than a few whiny moments lately. Mostly, its the delightful digestional side effects of pregnancy that seem to be kicking me in the gut. That and ravenous hunger, which is not a good combination. I have recently discovered Tums, and that does seem to help a bit, sometimes. Mostly, my remedy has been to lie like a lump on the couch, and eat something every 40 minutes or so, both of which are not necessarily the best thing. I know I should be sitting upright after meals, and exercising at least a little. Ideally much more.

But then! Today! Things might be looking up! Though I did have to get up to pee the requisite 4 time or so (I really can’t keep track) in the night, I slept like a log and did not wake up with a starving churning stomach (well, that could also be due to the partially consumed banana and peanut butter & cheese sandwich on my bedside table, though it doesn’t always help that much). When the first rays of gray morning light came creeping in the room, I realized I wasn’t trying to ignore my bladder and seduce my body back to sleep, as usual. Oh no! I was definitely awake, not at all sleepy, and was thinking about going for a nice morning walk. Or perhaps a run (ha ha)! In even the best of health and normal circumstances, it is highly unusual for me to be feeling like exercise at 7:00 in the morning. Highly, highly unusual! **(note, the only reason I am waking up at the crack of dawn on a weekend is because my Friday nights now consist of watching the Food Network in bed, while falling asleep around 9:30pm. Lame? Why yes!)

Instead of heeding that strange desire to hit the road with my sleepy pooch, I got up and decided to blog instead, another thing I have had absolutely no energy for the last few weeks. Once up, I did not start feeling that very familiar queasiness that usually hits me in the first few minutes of being awake and/or not horizontal. So far, (knock on wood) I have been up an hour, and am feeling incredibly normal.

Oh yes, did I mention I took my last progesterone supplement yesterday morning? I’ve been eagerly counting down the days until this moment, while nervously wondering what exactly would happen. I remember all too well the nasty side effects (that mimic pregnancy symptoms) of this drug from my IVF days, and have wondered how much of what I have been feeling might be related to it. I am not fond of taking large doses of hormone supplements “just in case,” though also much too afraid not to, when my levels were so low early on. History has proven I have pretty screwy hormone levels. My doctor prescribed a pretty high dose, and said it can’t hurt, so why not? Supposedly, by now (10 weeks tomorrow) the placenta has taken over with the progesterone making, so all should be okay. If for some reason that was not the case, Something Bad might happen soon, I would imagine. Trying not to think about that, though I will be Very Pleased to get through the next few days without any problems.

In the meantime, I am going to try to enjoy this incredibly pleasant side effect (or is it an anti-side effect?) of feeling better. Hoping it will last…

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P.S. To add to my pleasant morning, I discovered (and promptly bought) this, something I have been obsessively looking for almost every day for the last 6 months! It fits our now discontinued couch, and will replace the foul, food-stained, dog smelling, disintegrating green one we currently own (and which I have lately been spending all day on). And guess what? Its WASHABLE! Yeah!

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