8 Weeks.....We can get through this

I'm not going to lie.....the week scares me. Last time I found out at my 10 week appointment that my babies stopped growing at 8 weeks. This is it. This is the week that broke my heart last time. I need this little peanut's heart to keep beating. I need this little peanut to keep growing. I had a panic attack last weekend when I did a middle of the night potty break and found blood on the toilet paper. This coming after the doctor told me I had a sensitive cervix and would probably see some blood if anything irritated my cervix. She specifically told me not to freak out because it wasn't coming from the baby. Sure, I can do that. WRONG! What's the first thing I do.....FREAK OUT! I wake up Mr. B from the sleep that he fights every night with a cough. I'm crying and in hysterics. He tries to calm me down. We pray together. I'm calmer now. Then I immediately have to get up and throw up. OK! I get the message. The baby is fine. All this next week I feel pretty pregnant. I'm exhausted. I'm emotional. I'm nauseous when I wake up. I'm nauseous after I eat dinner. I'm nauseous if I go too long without eating. Monday morning was rough for me. I wake up feeling like I've been hit with a semi-truck. I'm dizzy and decide that working out isn't going to happen. I sleep for another hour. I get up and I'm sick. I manage to eat a little something, but I get sick after I eat. Later that night, I couldn't even eat dinner because every bite made me sick. That's kind of how it went throughout the week. I was able to keep food down, but the nauseous feeling was there. I would be sipping on ginger ale on my way to work every morning.

Wednesday morning I had a meltdown at work with all the hormones and all the stress. My poor administrators had to give me a mini therapy session during my conference period. I had to have a chat with Robin (TPT) and just let her know that the 5 am workouts just aren't going to work for me right now. I hate everything about them at this point. I just can't start my day so early when I work, work, work all day long. I'm sick in the mornings. I don't even get to finish my workout because I have to leave early to get to work. I hate changing at work and lugging all my stuff to get ready. I just can't do it right now. So we are in the process of trying to work something out so I can still get my 3 days a week in and get some weights in there, too.

Friday was the first day where I kind of got sick during the day. I was needing to eat desperately by 10:00, then again at noon. Luckily, the food kept the nausea at bay. I was flat out exhausted when I finally got home from doing errands Friday evening.

Here it is on a Saturday morning. I slept till a little after 8. I've had a productive day. I feel pretty good, which sometimes worries me. I read forums on my app that women post on. It is reassuring to know that the absence of symptoms doesn't mean anything is wrong. When they're taking a day or two off, I should just be thankful. I am a little tired today, however. A nap wouldn't be a total disappointment. I made myself breakfast, ran to Target, started my laundry, straightened up the house, did my October calendar for work, finished up some book reviews, and now I'm getting some much needed blogging done. Oh yeah, I even went for a walk to get some exercise.

I really want to have a date night with Mr. B tonight to celebrate his success at work. I'm feeling a chicken fried steak at Babe's and then some dessert at Hey Sugar! He thinks I'm going to change my mind about date night (I guess I do that a lot), but I'm going to surprise him with a "yes" attitude. I hope. No, I will.

So here we are with the 8 week belly pic. Still sporting my usual chub, but I'm praying that peanut is still healthy and growing. This mom and dad want to meet you in May. You're going to make a great first Mother's Day present!!!!