I have decided that I do not like my current situation of living half the week with my friend and her husband and the other half of the week at home. It's only for another 4 weeks (to June 30), but already it is wearing me out.
My tailbone is in a rather constant state of pain (does this have anything to do with the pregnancy? It's a wierd thing, but it never happened when I drove 12 hours to see my parents, so why with only 5?). I'm assuming it's from being in the car 5 hours at a time and sleeping in a strange bed. Maybe not. Either way, it's stiff and sore and makes me walk like I'm 90 for a few minutes when I get out of the car.
I had another ultrasound on Wednesday -- with my regular OB downstate. I just didn't mention that there had been one on Friday. The baby was so much bigger in just those few days. It may have had something to do with the fact that this was a vaginal ultrasound and not abdominal and the resolution of the machine. Either way, if you compared the size of the baby to the size of the gestational sac, it's definitely a bigger baby now. The wand monkey didn't point out features that I swear were there and that I saw. For instance, I swear that there were flipper-like appendages that I could see -- is that possible at nearly 8 weeks? -- and even dark spots that looked like alien eyes. But since he didn't point those out, I didn't ask if that was what they were (besides, the nurse kept asking me questions about grad school and my thesis).
Thursday night during my class, I completely freaked out. I went to the bathroom and had a rather large amount of thicker yellow cervical mucus. I called the doctor on-call down there freaking out. He didn't laugh at me, but I think he wanted to. He reminded me that I'd had a vaginal ultrasound AND a pelvic exam (btw, the cyst wasn't felt when Dr. P checked my cervix, so he didn't feel he needed to get out the speculum and look), both of which required lubricant and since I had gone to yoga that afternoon, it's likely that what I was seeing was the remains of that mixed with my natural mucus. Made sense. And it hasn't been that creepy since.
When I got home yesterday afternoon, I was exhausted and fell asleep on the couch (after breaking a pitcher that's been on the counter since I left Tuesday -- I walked by and it just fell, can't figure that out) with the kitties locked in my bedroom. So peaceful. I got to flip out again when I went to the bathroom and there was some blood in the cervical mucus. Only the one time and nothing since. Not sure what it was. I will tell you that with my obsession for checking the tp, and my friend's frugality (tp at her house made what was provided in the restrooms along the NYS Thruway seem downright luxurious!), I am chaffed in areas that I had NO idea I could be. When I had to give a sterile urine sample at the lab, the wipes they gave me to wash up with burned so badly that I thought I would cry. Bad as it sounds, I bought this travel dispenser pack of Charmin from the travel-size aisle at Target to take with me when I'm downstate -- I get that she doesn't want to "flush her money down the toilet" but there are some things you just should not skimp on.
6 a.m. -- I know I'm tired. Now if I could just go back to sleep.