I don't mean to complain, but yes I do. I feel gross. This week has been rough. I've been exhausted in the evenings - I usually fall asleep in front of the TV around 8:30. I wake up again and actually get into bed, but I just feel like I'm dragging my body through the night. I've been okay during the day. More tired but nothing awful. I can tell the pregnancy hormones are peaking though, because I've definitely had a little more nausea. Usually in the late mornings and once I get home from work. Saltines work wonders for for though. Thank God for those little simple crackers.
I'm 9 weeks today and I'm starting to think about when to tell work. We have our first trimester ultrasound and NT screen in two weeks, and I'm thinking that the best plan is to wait until then. That way, I can tell everyone during week 12 and feel pretty good about the timing (i.e. not waiting too long so that my obvious baby bump speaks for itself but also feeling good about the viability of our little peapod).
Other than work though, I'm out. Well, not entirely. I'm telling a number of our friends tomorrow since we'll all be out together. And then I figure the flood gates will open. But all of Hubby's family knows, and my parents all know. I haven't green-lighted the extended family yet...but pretty soon. It's so exciting sharing the news.
I'm definitely dying for the weekend to come. This one's a long one too since it's Columbus Day Monday. I think we'll go pumpkin-picking.