My morning sickness was okay today… only a few minor bits of nausea that passed quickly. I noticed it seems to not bother me at all when I’m laying down. That seems very counter-intuitive to me, but hey, if it works… Unfortunately it led to me not getting out of bed. I got up to use the bathroom and eat breakfast (another preventative measure) then went back to bed. So apparently the baby wants me to stay in bed. Right? Right? (Just agree with me.)

Today Denis came home from work, said hi, and then wandered off. I found him scooping the kitty litter and taking out the trash… then he took his dog out and watered the plants. Very ambitious of him! I certainly appreciate having a non-stinky kitchen. It was getting a wee bit ripe.

While we were taking our dogs out, I was actually dressed in a bra, shirt, and those size 12 sweatpants that I’m getting seriously addicted to. Den looked at me funny and said, “You look pregnant.” I laughed, but he said, “No really!” He softly touched my lower stomach, “There, that looks different.” Apparently the shape of my stomach has changed a little bit and instead of looking bloated I’m looking more pregnant to him. I don’t really see it, but it’s cool if he sees something. He also said my boobs look bigger, but I’ll take his word for it. They’re still fitting in my bras just fine and look the same from my viewpoint. (And besides, he’s always telling me my boobs look bigger. I think it’s wishful thinking. ;) )

I guess I’ll see with my photo on saturday if things have changed much. My weight is still a solid 142 every morning. (I admit it… I step on the scale frequently. It’s much more fun to weigh yourself when gaining weight is a good thing, and not cause for freaking out that I’m putting on weight yet again despite trying to lose some.) I don’t really really know how that’s possible, seeing how my stomach sticks out a little bit more every day, and I certainly seem to eat a lot! Den even said I’m looking a little skinnier on my sides… maybe it’s all just migrating from my sides to my stomach. I won’t complain.

For the past several days I’ve been counting down to my ultrasound, thinking Is it here yet? Is it here yet? Is it here yet? Just now I’m sitting here and I realized, It’s almos there!… and my stomach did a big flip-flop. I’m excited and so scared all at once. It’s almost like that day before my first IVF beta… when I was so sure I was pregnant (but wasn’t)… when I was sitting here excited and scared, wondering if I was going to get presents or coal the next morning. This time I’m feeling far more positive, since my body is sending me some pretty clear pregnancy signals here. But at this point we don’t take anything for granted. I don’t think I’m going to exhale until we see that heartbeat.

And the worst part is that I have to go to my client’s tomorrow to work for 5 hours before my appointment. The client that I have not told about this pregnancy. I figure this could either be good, in that it will distract me for a good five hours (as long as I have actual work to do – if I don’t, it will be very bad), but there’s a good possibility that I’m going to be a total spacehead tomorrow. Eeeks. Eeeeks.

The good part is that after the appointment we’re coming straight home so I can post. Because I have a ton of friends who either read this blog or one of the forums I’m on and I think there will be a revolt if I don’t post straight away. (And we don’t want that.) And yes I even have a scanner, so I’ll get pics up right away too.

My stomach is still doing flip-flops. I just want a healthy baby. I just want a healthy baby. If I can’t have anything else in the world, please please let it be a healthy baby.

And a completely random note… I’m out of panty liners and I forgot to buy more at the store today. This is not good.