I received the results of my third progesterone test today. I’m up a little! I went from 16.5 to 17.6.
I scheduled my six week ultrasound for next Thursday. Here’s hoping that there’s a fetal pole and a heartbeat.
It’s weird walking around with this secret. I’ve gained a few pounds, which I attribute more to weight gain from vacation, hormonal eating and minimal working out more than pregnancy. My boobs are huge.
I find myself wondering if the ladies at my office will be friendlier to me, as they were when I was first engaged and planning my wedding. I recognize that that is a strange and selfish thing to ponder.
I’m also somewhat delighted with the fact that my almost 39-year-old body has been able to do the same thing that a teenage girl can do without any effort. I will be an older mom, certainly, but oddly, being pregnant makes me feel very youthful indeed.