The Mr. went with me this morning for my scan. Symptoms this time are light. Faint evening headaches, low bouts of nausea, and very little tenderness in lady regions. It's funnily "captain obvious" to hear me say it, but every pregnancy is different. When you are constantly analyzing variations of the same theme, you would like to take comfort in fore knowledge of the usual outline. But, as usual, these stories tend to be page turners. Without the preface, you have no idea what genre this will be. Mystery? Horror? Chick Lit? HOW WILL THIS END!!!What I am is cranky and tired. Which given my non-pregnant self, means not much.Stress-wise, work has gone weird again. Home-wise, we are now going to be somewhat desperate to move by late spring. The Universe shines on us just a wee bit as our landlord has let us go month to month. Not having a large lease to contend with helps heaps.
So scan-wise, I'm 8w4d today and measuring 8w5d with heartbeat present. Doc did a visual count (again not doing the machine?!?) and came back with 142. Which is solidly not low. Not high, but not low. Which means I am now in the place I have only been once before. Yes, Elf not dead. (Yay!)
Could it really be? I fear enough to even dare to hope. In any case, it's semi-new territory and for that I am also grateful.