Little Update

My intentions where to keep posting at least every other day once we got pregnant but I am almost scared to put any of my pregnancy symptoms/stories on paper. Almost like if I mention it and acknowledge its existence it might all go away. Ever since the little one(s) attached I am at the same risk as any other woman for miscarrying. I am monitored more closely/often by my RE doctor than women/couples that can get pregnant on their on. If something goes wrong early they can maybe figure out why and alter the next in-vitro cycle. Also, my RE doctor still has to manage the estrogen and progesterone shots and suppositories until at least the first ultrasound.
I think one of the main changes I have noticed is toward food. For those that know me well, better brace yourself…I can’t even stand the thought of something sweet. My poor husband had to keep a chocolate cake we had in the garage because I could not stand even looking at the icing.
The day we found out I was pregnant was the last night I thought of something sweet. Karlis asked me what I wanted for dinner (he is the chef in our house, I can only halfway fix toast). I knew EXACTLY what I wanted before he even asked. My body would have accepted nothing else at the time. This is an exact quote to him “I want Breyer’s Vanilla Bean Ice Cream.” And my crazy husband said one of the strangest things I have ever heard in response. He said, “Well we don’t have any of that but what we do have is Chicken Egg Rolls.” My jaw hit the floor. What would make anyone think those two things were anywhere close in the flavor spectrum? As I thought briefly of throwing up on his shoes I told him I just wasn’t sure if he totally got the pregnant wife thing yet. He just sat there in silence looking at me because I am sure he was thinking the exact same thing.
Since Karlis did not grow up here in the States he doesn’t know any of the nursery rhymes we all grew up on. Last night he was in the kitchen making something and I was watching TV in the living room. There was a little girl on TV that was singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Karlis halfway started trying to sing with her. You know one of those sort of humming sort of singing. Well when she got ready to say, “little star” my freakin unintentionally hilarious husband said “little toes”. Are you serious? Twinkle Twinkle Little Toes? Our children will be shooting sheep and talking about their twinkling toes in preschool. All the other children will be so confused. I love him.
So that’s a little update from me. Waiting patiently to hear on Tuesday that my Beta number is some massive amount. Then we can maybe move on to an ultrasound. Yay!