7 WEKS!!!!!

I am a spelling FREAK. So it is with great irony that I am the proud owner of an ultrasound photo with "7 WEKS" splashed across it. The sonographer realised her mistake after she had printed it off ... if that was me, I would have done another one. But, guess what - I don't really care!! She can spell it in Aramaic if she likes, for today I saw a mofo heartbeat! 162 bpm! Hoorah! Holy Crap!

And, guess who has OHSS?? No wonder people are already asking have I got a name picked out. My follicles are massively ginormous - aint no hiding my bulging belly under any baggy hoodie. But I don't really care!! And, how's this for drama ... one of my ovaries looks like it could hemorrhage!! But I don't care - hopefully I won't be needing that fucker again anyway!

THERE IS WHAT SUSPICIOUSLY LOOKS LIKE THE MAKINGS OF A GROWING BABY IN MY UTERUS. I AM IN SHOCK.

Driving down there this morning, I suddenly realised that if I got bad news, I was all by myself. Why - why do I find it so hard to ask my friends for help?? I'm so stubbornly proud sometimes, I annoy myself immensely. Later on tonight, Mr TC will finally be back from 10 days away. Thank GOD. I morph into a bachelor when he's gone - don't clean up for days, eat cereal for dinner, generally just slob around. He rang me after my scan - and he was SO happy to hear it was good news!! It made me happier!!

The fertility nurse told me that's it - goodbye and goodluck, they won't be seeing me again. Told me to book into a hospital. WTF!! My next 'official' scan is supposed to be in 5 weeks - but fuck that. I'll be shamelessly faking sore ovary pain before then, to get one earlier. Actually, the ovary-that-might-explode is a teensy bit of a worry - if I bleed or have bad pain, I need to see someone asap.

I asked the nurse about sex. Actually, my exact words were "Well, I was thinking - she had the scan up there, so surely he can put his .. you-know up there?" Regaining her composure, she said we can have 'gentle' sex. I thought - gentle? Lady, this is my husband we're talking about ....

My sister Tee and her kids come up last week which was great. She's crocheting the most divine blanket for her new niece/nephew. Unreal. This is all unreal - so unreal, that it's surreal. I sat in the waiting room after my scan, waiting to see the nurse - and a lady there was going through her file. Man, it was a big, heavy mothafucka file. I prayed it was because she already had a few babies - and if she didn't, that she would soon. I thanked The Heavens for my luck.

There's a tiny beating being in my tummy. Wow. I will (try to) stop worrying ......... now.