u/Both_Opportunity_322

I want to be able to eat a fucking salad. My shit is drier than the Sahara. My husband's smell makes me want to throw up and I'm seriously not happy waking up 3 AM because of nauseau. And to top it all off, my darn pastry had alcohol in it, which was totally not the traditional recipe. I had to spit it out and throw it out.

I can't wait until my next echo so this creature will look like a human instead of a tiny blob with a heartbeat.

On the bright side: I did manage to eat a burger. First time in 2 weeks I actually didn't hate eating protein.

Tomorrow is a new day.

There were some concerns in the hospital. Today I got the confirmation 7w+3d, beating heart, not ectopic and no issues with my uterus.

I'm happy, but after waiting for potentially bad news for 3 weeks it's pretty anticlimactic as well. I'm just going to slowly move on to the next phase, which is booking all the resources that I need during this pregnancy.

It's also very double because I've seen quite some bad news posts on my feed this week. So I'm strangely just feeling sad for strangers as well.

Wishing everyone the best ❤️