I think it's safe to say that the exhaustion has set in. Russ says we're no longer allowed to go to the movies since the two we went to this weekend found me napping throughout. Wierdly I didn't feel all that tired last week when i was working. We'll see how this week goes.
I'm still crampy and today was just icky and nauseous and dizzy. I swear I feel like I'm getting the flu. It literally feels like a truck has hit me. My muscles hurt. It's been like that for a couple weeks. I thought it was from being so sedentary over the holidays but I've been moving around for the past 2 weeks so maybe it's a symptom?
I went to the gym for the first time yesterday and today. Just the treadmill. I'm so afraid of falling off that I hold on the whole time. I must look stupid walking so slowly and holding on for dear life.
I turn 36 on Thursday. I'm so grateful to be pregnant at 35 - that was a goal of mine. I realize that I'm quickly turning 36 but just knowing that I started at 35 is weirdly comforting. I can't help thinking as I write this that I hope I'm still pregnant Thursday. I know what you're thinking and I promise I'm not dwelling in the negative possibilities, but I can't wait for the ultrasound Wednesday. Feeling so crappy this weekend has given me comfort that our little guy is still in there, but you know me...I'll believe that when i see it.
Speaking of "our little guy" I seem to have confused some people. None of you, just relatives. I sent the first ultrasound picture to my mom with the sentence "Here's our little guy". She then forwarded it to a bunch of people. Next thing you know, people are calling her amazed that with technology today they can already tell it's a boy! That's not what I meant, I just used the phrase little guy. Like they could possibly tell at 6 weeks! So funny... I do have boy vibes though, have I mentioned that?