After a mild freakout on Friday night relating to a small variance in bodily fluids (no, not spotting), I recovered after seeking solace from the internet and Amy.  I really need to just chill the fuck out.  I did, however, rent a doppler that should be here Wednesday. Because Thursday is just SO far away. Sigh.  I hope it works, but I know if it doesn’t that doesn’t mean all is bad… a risk I’m willing to take, sort of like I risked testing before I was late this time (and we all know how THAT worked out.)

I’m 10w3d, and feeling better, a little more hungry at times, a little less sore boobs, but I’m not panicking.  My asthma has gotten worse (which, ironically, makes me feel more confident), and dr Google says that increased progesterone (which causes shortness of breath, like I’ve had) can also tweak with asthma.  It’s worse at night, which makes me wonder if my placenta has taken over progesterone production, and the suppositories are giving me massive progesterone supply, hence the nighttime asthma attacks.  One stat I found in several places is that asthmatics can have their symptoms go in either direction, but it seems that those whose symptoms worsen are most often carrying girls. Interesting fact, and one I can get on board with, as I’ve been vibing girl from the get-go with this round.

I haven’t gained any weight, actually down .5 from my pre-pregnancy weight, but I do love my new stretchy fat jeans. I think things are rearranging in me, and the bloating definitely affects my size (I did wait to weigh myself until I felt less like a stretched drum) but as far as mass increase, not much. That’s good, though, since I’m starting this shindig overweight, I shouldn’t gain as much weight as a thin person, just I guess, metabolize the extra poundage? Plus the food aversions and weirdness have me eating less anyway.

Yesterday, my parents drove down unexpectedly because my sister (she of the golden horseshoe) fell ass-backwards into tickets for the Patriots-Broncos game in Denver. Good tickets, too, behind the goalpost, 33rd row.  She told mom and dad to watch for her, as she made some big sign shouting out to our hometown.  But, my folks don’t get the local channel that was broadcasting the game, so they called and made the drive here for the night to try to catch a glimpse of Kate on the tv. We never did, but it wasnice to have them anyway.

My mom had to do some errands, and I went with her. On our way out, she mentioned that Marden’s had gotten a massive shipment of baby furniture and stuff, and that she wondered if there was anything I’d want.  I had just been to our Marden’s that day, and saw none of that stuff (and I was bummed, because Katrina-hit Barnes & Noble stores salvaged their inventory to Marden’s and there were TONS of books, but none I wanted. I’m sure "How to Cook Everything" and "The Baby Name Wizard" are just waiting to be bought at half price at some other store, though.) I detoured to Baby Depot (in Burlington Coat factory) because it’s the only place that actually has baby furniture in stock to look at.

It was weird, too, to be looking at baby furniture with my MOM. It was just so weird.  Mom recognized some of the stuff, and I showed her what I liked, and what I didn’t like (straight sides and edges, no ‘sleigh’ stuff, springs and not a board, white) and she was going to check it out.  Marden’s standard discount is 50% off retail, so theoretically, there are some good deals to be had . . . even though it’s early.  Basically, if this doesn’t pan out, I believe that it will eventually, and I can spend half the money I’ve budgeted on the things any kid will need, well, that’s okay, right? So, um, yeah. Baby furniture.

My folks stayed the night and left early as they had a shoot, and I stayed up and watched Grey’s Anatomy, and absolutely fucking WEPT at the end. Oh, man. I figure that is directly related to pregnancy, the crying, the weeping even after I turn off the tv and I KNOW that these are NOT REAL PEOPLE, I just cried. Puh. Thetic.