Still here! And still pregnant. We had another ultrasound on Monday (7w3d) and baby (holyshitBABY!!) was measuring two days ahead with a heartbeat of 158. We've officially graduated from our RE and don't have another appointment until our nuchal translucency scan around 11 weeks. Guess I'll just have to somehow get through the next month assuming things are still developing as they should!
Actually, I'm weirdly positive about this whole thing. Weirdly for me, anyway, given my tendency towards pessimism in all things. I think it might have something to do with the fact that we're not dealing with my crappy old eggs anymore. Every time we did a cycle with my eggs, I knew the odds were stacked against us so I kind of just assumed that things wouldn't work out. Knowing that my egg quality was so poor, I think even if I'd managed a sustained pregnancy I probably would have been super stressed thinking that it wouldn't last. But because we're dealing with phenomenal 27-year old donor eggs, that worry is a lot less present right now. It's not entirely absent, though, and so far we've only told a handful of people including close family and a few friends who knew we were going to Prague for DEIVF.
So yeah, things have been going pretty well overall. At first I didn't have any morning sickness at all, and then when I finally got it a little bit it wasn't at all like I expected. I always figured it would be like on TV where all of a sudden, a pregnant lady gets hit with a wave of nausea and runs to the bathroom to puke her guts up. I'm sure it's like that for some people, but for me it's been more like a constant low-level generally icky queasy feeling that hangs around throughout the day, but never really gets bad enough to make me vomit.
And speaking of handling, the one pregnancy symptom that M has been loving so far: BOOBS. I've never been particularly well-endowed, and when I'm working out regularly and eating well I can drop as low as an A-cup. And, since I'm pushing 40, that A-cup has gotten steadily flatter and decidedly less perky as the years pass.
Not anymore, baby. Right now I'm rockin' some tig ol' bitties! Well, OK, I'm sure I'm only a generous B-cup at the moment but these things are defying gravity. I take my bra off before bed and they do. Not. Move. They're firm and proud and perfectly round. It's like I've had implants. Which, considering how much money we spent to finally get me pregnant, seems like a fair deal. Luckily for me, my breasts have never really been that sensitive (playing with my boobs as foreplay? You might as well be fondling my elbow) so I haven't had to worry about tenderness or anything that would prevent M from having tons of motorboating fun.
My trifecta of symptoms is also including freakish levels of hunger that come on with lightning speed. I've been trying to eat smaller, more frequent meals but some days it seems like I can barely go half an hour without needing to eat. If I don't deal with the issue right away, my body skips that in-between phase of "a little gurgly in the tummy" hunger and fast-forwards straight to "my stomach is devouring itself" levels of hunger. I get cranky and confused and all I can think about is how soon can I get some food in my face.
All in all, things are have been pretty uneventful and that's just fine by me.