Coming out of the dark

Can I just tell you how much I hate morning sickness?

I never knew that my stomach could be so hungry and so nausea's all at the same time. Since the middle of week 5, I have been having to stuff my face with food almost every hour to avoid the dreaded feeling of mush that would overtake my belly and make me feel so sick.

I am reading a great book that my girlfriend passed down to me that is supposed to tell me things that the doctor may leave out and that really, only girlfriends would discuss with you. One of these things was that the author believed the morning sickness is actually "progesterone poisoning". I can't tell you how much sense this made to me reading it while shoving 300 IU's of progesterone in my vag every day.

Granted, the RE's office did tell me that I could stop the progesterone supplements cold turkey at 8 weeks. However, I was a victim of google. Therefore, I had read horror stories of people who stopped taking their progesterone supplements too early. No way was I going to jeopardize this pregnancy by something so stupid as stopping progesterone supplements.

After another week of pure sickness, I decided that I could probably taper off of them. Once I realized how good I felt no taking them, I pretty much wound up stopping them cold turkey as of Monday when I hit 9 weeks.

Hence, the title of this email. I am starting to feel better. The nausea is still there, but much less so than the past four weeks. I feel like my mood is improving (though J might not agree with me on that), which is allowing me to feel a bit more excited about everything. Of course, I have been ecstatic all along - but just never felt good enough to bask in it. I think *hope* that there won't be much more of it, though I know there is a good possibility.

We had our first OB appointment today. We won't see the doctor until Tuesday, but we had an u/s with the nurse, which was fantastic. The clinic has a monitor up on the wall so we could see everything. She made us wait for what seemed like forever as she took all the necessary measurements of my uterus and ovaries. Apparently I still have a fibroid, but they aren't worried about it.

J and I were both in complete awe. We both cried (well, I did and I know J at least got a little teary) when we finally got to see the baby. It was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. The baby has legs and arms and fingers and toes. It even danced a little jig for us!! I know you are all in anticipation, so I won't keep blabbing any longer...