Oy, do I feel yucky. Definitely seem to be getting more nauseous by the day, just now I HAD to go to the union and get lunch, and by the time I was checking out, I was shaking like a leaf. I definitely find that protein helps, so after a slice of quiche and a big salad (with tofu added) and some good ol’ Canada Dry, I’m feeling better. But, ooof, did I feel bad.

I’m also feeling stupid, and using words incorrectly, and just feeling… almost stoned. I’m hungry and tired and foggy, you know? Just…. yeah.

I’m feeling pretty good, though, despite feeling so poorly. Every little discomfort is comforting. Backed up? YAY! It means the progesterone is in full effect. Peeing every 30 minutes, whoohooo! I bet that means normal uterine growth. Feeling so icky that I don’t want to open my mouth unnecessarily? Yippeeee!

I’m reading “Mother Shock,” by Andrea Buchanan, as it was a gift from the lovely KB. There was a chapter on miscarriage that really spoke to me. From page 31:

“My misconception, my miscarriage the first time around, was an abrupt introduction to the pure essence of parenting: the intensity; the joy, the grief; the fear of loss; the surprising connection to other people; incontrovertible fact that the life you have created is simply out of your hands, beyond your control, beyond the scope of any other experience. It readied me, in ways I could not know until I was finally there, for motherhood, for the powerful rush of love and other overwhelming emotions, the depth and breadth of which I mistakenly thought I already knew.”