Good News

All is fine.

I had imagined everything from twins to miscarriage to phantom pregnancy, but what we saw was one normal foetus, ten weeks old, with a heartbeat. Due date 7th July '08. Not my birthday after all, and best not to think of what else that date commemorates. Babies are rarely born on the due date anyway.

We also saw a doctor who took my HG concerns very seriously and made an underlined note in my file that I should be treated with a low threshold for IV admittance, seeing as the drip had such a positive effect last time. She also showed me which drugs they gave me intravenously when I was admitted last time, and it was quite a list! Stemetil, Phenergan, Ranitidine and something else I forget, all in the space of two days.

But I'm feeling pretty well again today. Low level of constant nausea, low tolerance to food smells and nothing tastes nice so eating is still a chore, but I'm used to all that now. This is my fourth day of having more energy and feeling only slightly nauseous, so I'm getting more and more optimistic that it'll stay at this level. And who know, I hardly dare to hope, but... maybe it'll stop at twelve weeks, like it's supposed to? How lovely that would be.

I even feel as though I might manage a bit of light Christmas shopping. I've abdicated all seasonal responsibilities to my partner, but the poor man does at least deserve a present he didn't buy for himself.

All good, all good.