Ah yes. There it is.

The nausea has set in. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Up until now, I've felt fine. Sure, I'm tired, my boobs hurt, and I pee a lot, but that's been the extent of my symptoms to date. Until today. Brushing my teeth before work this morning, I was positive I was going to be sick. Gagging, coughing, the whole bit. Thankfully it didn't amount to anything, or I would have been late for sure. However, the yucky feeling has lasted all day. I've had no appetite at all, and the cabbage casserole I served my preschoolers for lunch just about made me throw up right then and there. Ugh.

Now I've had some ginger-ale, a few bits or leftover chicken, and I'm working on some applesauce. I really, really hope today was  a fluke. Cause I so cannot deal with feeling like this for the next several weeks.

I want them all.

M thinks I'm completely nuts, but I have my heart set on cloth diapering. They're green, cheap, and so flippin cute I could scream. Right now I'm obsessing over gDiapers. I really like the fact that you can get either cloth or disposable liners, and they come in such cute colours! And I love that they aren't giant plastic pants. I'm dying to start stocking up, but I'm making myself wait till 12 weeks to buy any. Till then, I'm drooling over all the cute styles and researching cloth diapers like a crazy woman.

Oh my eff am I tired.

Seriously. I am so tired I feel like I could just fall asleep at the blink of an eye. I always laugh when I see articles for pregnant women that suggest they "take a small nap at their desk when needed". This has always seemed so ridiculous to me. I mean, come on. You still have to do your job, whether you're knocked up or not. You can't just be falling asleep at will.

Now, though, it's not sounding like such a bad idea. All I need is a desk job. I have a feeling my supervisor would not be at all impressed if I nodded off in my preschool classroom.

I had my first appointment on Monday, which was incredibly anticlimactic. Just sat and chatted with the nurse practitioner that I see, and she wrote up a script for me to get some bloodwork done. She's also going to book an ultrasound for me in the next few weeks. I think it'll all feel more real once I get to at least hear a heartbeat. Right now all I have to tell me I'm pregnant is the fact that I'm 28 dpo and my boobs are effing killing me (and my +hpt, obv). The boobs. Oh my Lord, the boobs. I thought they hurt during the 2WW. HA! I had no idea what I was in for. Even laying in bed hurts. I'm seriously considering buying a sports bra to sleep in. Owww.

Our baby is going to be terrifying.

I really should stay away from the baby maker sites.

Is This Real Life?

So because I am a ridiculous over-thinker, by Sunday night I had convinced myself that the little light line on my Wondfo was an evap line and I wasn't really pregnant at all. Then when I looked at it again before I went to bed, the line had faded around the edges, which really didn't help matters in my mind. M and I had gone grocery shopping Sunday afternoon and I picked up a couple of FRERs to take on Monday, but I honestly was half expecting to see a temp drop Monday morning. Like I said, I am a crazy over-thinker.

Look at those lovely dark lines! Two of them! This is really real! This time the second line showed up in a millisecond. Of course then I ran to the bedroom, shoved the pee stick in M's face, and screamed "Look! They're darker today! Look!". He was not impressed with that wake up call. Evidently he had not convinced himself overnight that we weren't pregnant.


We spent yesterday wandering around a little tourist town about an hour from us (where I made M look at every single baby item we found), then back to our town for a restaurant dinner and fireworks. It was a good day.

Today I booked my first appointment with my family doctor.  The receptionist was super nice and it was great to be able to talk to someone other than M about it! She did take me a little by surprise when I told her we had been trying for 8 cycles and she went "Oh, so not long at all!". Seriously? I mean, I know it's not as long as a lot of people, but it's felt like for effing ever.

So now I just have to get through the next little while before telling my mum or best friend. I may burst.