9 weeks!

This is it. The scary week. The week our last two little ones stopped developing. Mr. Rhody and I have been a little extra on edge, but, overall, I think we are doing well.

Physically, this pregnancy has really hit me. My nausea is really settling in. I feel the worse as the day goes on, until I usually give up around 8 pm and just go to bed. This really ruined my weekend since I didn't want to do anything after noon. Most troubling to me, the headaches / left facial side numbness I've had since week 5 has been getting worse.

Wednesday is the big day this week. After work, first we have an ultrasound. I'll be 9w2d then, and I'm hoping to see a heartbeat and maybe to still have retained some of the gains we made last week. After the ultrasound, we are headed to the hospital for my MRI, which will hopefully give us some information as to why I'm having these disturbing symptoms.

In other news, the NY Times is currently running an poorly-researched and awfully-written series on infertility. I made the mistake of reading some of the reader's comments while I was feeling unwell this weekend. I ended up sobbing in Mr. Rhody's arms about how I couldn't believe how insensitive some people were. I hate that this process is so unfair.

I can't believe I am only 9 weeks today. I have caught a few people at work looking at me askance, so I asked the coworker that knows that I am pregnant if I'm not hiding it as well as I think. She told me that I do look a little different, but she thinks I'm over-analyzing. Well, which is it? Do I look different or not?

I think if we have a good ultrasound this week, I might reward myself with some more "transition" clothes to get me through the next month. Nice, bulky sweaters and empire-waisted shirts seem like they would be especially appropriate.

Please give us all of your thoughts and prayers for Wednesday!