I just broke my rule of not reading new blogs and came across one where the woman lost her baby at 10 weeks, after multiple u/s of good, solid heartbeats. Aiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!! Also, googling "rate of miscarriage after heartbeat" doesn't help either because you get stories from all over the spectrum. I'm like a moth to a flame... and I just got burned.
Meanwhile, I continue to be perpetually woozy, which I'm trying to embrace. I'm thankful that I don't have to actually hurl and I can pretty much go about my business, though I'd rather be lying down, watching TV, eating bonbons. It's also weird to be simultaneously starving -- what an odd combo. My stomach will start growling shortly after consuming a monstrous meal. Aren't you only supposed to eat an extra 200 calories a day? I think I'm probably at 1000 extra calories a day... I gained 40 lbs w/ DS on a low 100 lb frame, so that is substantial. So am trying to embrace the perpetual hunger too, but not go nutsos.
Less than 24 hrs to go until the big u/s... until then, I'm going to pick up a book. (OH, except for last night, reading before bed (Gene Weingarten's The Fiddler in the Subway), I happened upon a story of parents who accidentally killed their infant children by leaving them to cook in the back seat of their cars. F**K ME (Sorry Rebecca @ Life of an Army Wife)! These situations have always haunted me because it can happen to anyone. And how can you even go on with your life? So that was a lovely way to end my night and try to get to sleep. W/ DH out of town for work, I immediately crawled into DS's bed and squeezed the bejesus out of him (and stayed there for a few hours before I got really uncomfortable). Anyhoo... maybe I'll just bake or something. That would be safe.
Do I sound like a total mess?