So I had one more (last) set of labs done on Saturday, and everything is as good as it can be. Progesterone shot right back up there, and betas were okay.
Did I say I didn't have any symptoms? Well, I take that back! They hit today with a vengeance! I was at work when the first mood swing hit. I thought my boss would have to lock me in the breakroom for a while... I almost didn't make it to lunch without tears. But I did, by a thread. And this evening the nausea has hit full force. I'm not complaining mind you, just an observation! Remember, I have an obligation (lol) to enjoy every single moment of this pregnancy because it will be my last! And I'm going to come back and remind myself of this fact when I'm big and fat and bloated and swollen and have insomnia (I always do in the 3rd trimester) and am trying to get 4 kids up and out the door while I get ready for work and the heartburn is killing me and, and, and, and.... I will *need* the reminder.
The girls at work today started making fun of my belly. It's so not funny! Pre-pg I have a pretty flat tummy, not much there of it. My work pants are (were!) size 6 and they were comfy, room to spare. I'm not even 6 weeks, and I cannot button the things! I know I'm bloated more than anything, but it is quite amusing considering. They're taking bets for how huge I'm going to be by November. Not funny guys!
Been short with hubby because this is, after all, his fault. Poor guy. He made the mistake of calling me at work in the middle of my near-meltdown to ask if he should go buy milk

. I dunno are we out of milk? Then YES, go buy some! Do you need to call me at WORK for this??? Well you get the picture.
Anyway, I'm off to bed for now because along with the moodiness and vomiting, an intense desire for sleep has also surfaced. Ah beautiful sleep. And I have to get up early for work tomorrow, ugh. I hate morning shifts.