All my kiddies are on spring break, and I have a three day weekend from work. Now what this really means is that although I don't have to clock in for 3 days, I'm actually working double time at home, and by the time Monday rolls around I'll be begging for relief! It'd be much nicer if I actually *had* some help from dh, but apparently that would be too much to ask. Any idea how many dishes a family of six generates? It ain't pretty!

In other news, the morning sicknes is sticking like glue, and I'm fairly happy about that (who ever thought I'd be happy about nausea!). But it means that everything is still okay in there, rolling along like it's meant to. I've also developed quite a little "bump" under my shirt, enough so that my 5-year-old (who didn't know we were expecting yet) told me I looked like I was gonna have a baby! My 10 year old said she thought I was just getting fat and was trying to be polite. So now all the kiddies know.

Had some nasty thunderstorms last night and ds3 kept waking up too scared to sleep. I finally got to bed around 3:00 a.m., and of course they woke me up at 7:00 this morning. Ugh, it's going to be a long day! But I think we're going to head to the gym and go swimming this afternoon, which ought to wear them out real good and maybe Mom will get a nap! The weather is absolutely beautiful this morning, no sign of the storms that ripped through last night.

Well, these mini-people seem to think I should be feeding them breakfast so I'm off to take care of that.

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.

I got the supplements yesterday and started them immediately. I've resolved to let go of the worry since it's really not very productive anyway. I mean, really, if I don't worry and I m/c then I will have enjoyed a few weeks of pregnancy in which I was blissfully hopeful. And if I do worry and then miscarry then the end result is still the same, I've just lost the time in the middle that I could have been enjoying myself. Besides, I have other things to entertain me besides worry about things I have no control over. There's nothing else I can do, so I'm letting it go.

I don't have any more nausea to speak of, or other symptoms so far. I'm not sure they really kicked in until after 6 weeks during previous pgs, though.

Working the ER this weekend. I haven't been there on a weekend yet, so it should be interesting. I'm kind of looking forward to it, it should keep me busy and hopefully the time won't drag by ever-so-slowly. My hubby is out of town for a tourney this weekend, and the older kiddies are at their dad's, so it's just me and the toddler having a good ole time. Well, my mom actually came and picked him up to take him shopping a few minutes ago because she wasn't going to be back before I leave for work, so for now it's just me! It's so quiet in here! I'd go nuts if my house were like this all the time!

Time to get ready for work, oh happy joy joy!

I had to have my third set of bloodwork drawn yesterday, and my progesterone has fallen through the floor. From 17.something it went to 8.56. I have a call in to my OB's nurse who is supposed to call me back after talking to the OB, but it feels like forever! The betas were perfect, but a pg can't be substained without progesterone. She said he'd probably want to start supplements right away, but I'm just so worried. I don't know if it's already too late, or if I just had low levels because I've been so sick. Hopefully the nurse will call back soon and give me a little peace of mind. I hate the worrying!

And I don't mean working there either. I had to go in on Sunday for fluids, couldn't keep a *thing* down and got so dehydrated I thought I would pass out. They gave me something to stop the vomiting and that helped me through yesterday, but today it's back in full force and about to do me in. And I'm working today (I'm home on "lunch" now - as if I can eat anything, ha!). I called the OB to see if there's anything I should or shouldn't do, and feel so silly! This is baby #5 for me, can't believe I'm calling them so much! And I'm totally non-interventionalist too, thought I wouldn't even see a dr or mw until I was 20 wks or so. Guess my body had other plans, and no use denying myself (or baby) when we obviously need help.

So now I'm waiting on a call back from the OB nurse. She said he'd likely fax me an order for more bloodwork and maybe a script for phenegran so I'd be able to eat something and keep it down. That would be beautiful. My poor tummy is just churning, and hasn't had anything besides water since about Saturday night. That can't be good!

Well I'm due back at work in about 15 minutes, so I'd better cut this short. Hopefully I'll make it through my shift and not infect too many people in the process. This seems to be very contagious whatever it is. Yuck, yuck yuck!