8 weeks

I'm celebrating 8 weeks today with some mixed feelings. When we first filled the Lovenox prescription this week, I felt so hopeful that this was going to work. I started having dreams about babies again. I found myself actually being able to think about giving birth or having a baby in the house.

At the same time, I knew that I had gotten my hopes up after great 8w ultrasounds with 2 previous pregnancies. I knew that just getting this far did not guarantee me a baby. And I knew that the Lovenox was not a guarantee.

Over the past couple of days, I've felt worry creep back in. Even though I'll be the first in line to tell people that symptoms are not an indication or a healthy or unhealthy pregnancy, I've started to worry about little things. And, this morning, I woke up with cramps.

So now I'm hoping that the cramps are due just to some ::ahem:: intestinal distress I've been having. I have no spotting or bleeding, though that's no consolation with my history. So I'm just putting my feet up today and drinking lots of water, and waiting for Mr. Rhody to get home from a night out with his parents. Ultrasound is already scheduled for Wednesday, so I'll just keep my fingers crossed until then.