Back in town

Well, I finally made it home from my business trip, just in time to get the house ready for Thanksgiving! And since I'm sleeping about 9-10 hours per night and taking a 2-hour nap during the day (when I can), that doesn't leave a whole lot of time. (I know, I really should enjoy this while I can. I have a whole new appreciation for what pregnancy must be like for a woman with small children.) I didn't have a chance to post what my latest test results were, but at 6 weeks 3 days, my progesterone was 18.8 (not good) and my hCG was 58,317 (good--it's doubling at almost exactly 48 hours.)

Two quick stories from the trip--first, I had to find someplace to give me my two progesterone injections. I felt a bit wussy, but I just wasn't up to two intramuscular injections in the behind that need to be injected over a 90-120 second period each (because the oil is so thick). I made tons of calls, but since I needed the injections on Saturday morning, I ended up having to go to the emergency room. So, I got all dressed up for my presentation, took a cab to the ER, and walked up to the window. The ER was quite interesting on Saturday morning. I explained the whole deal to the triage nurse, who took my information. Then they had me come back, checked my vitals, and took my medical history. Then I waited some more. Then, I was called back to see the doctor (who asked me, for the third time, "You just need a shot? Do you know how to do it yourself? Where do you need to have it?" I pointed. "Oh, your butt!"). The doctor thought all the rigamarole was quite silly for an injection (I brought the doctor's orders, the instructions, the medication, and the syringes). Then the nurse came in, then a second nurse came in so the first nurse could take her break, and then I got my injections. Then the second nurse took my vitals again, I paid the front desk, and I took another cab back to the conference and gave my presentation. The whole thing took two hours, which was actually much shorter than I feared.

The other goofiness on this trip was that I was very ambivalent about telling anyone I'm pregnant. I had dinner with two colleagues one night and ended up being the world-champion high-maintence eater. We picked a restaurant, sat down, and looked at the menu. It was all fish with a few meat dishes, all of which involved gorgonzola. I'm not a big fish-eater, and I forgot my wallet card that tells me what kinds of fish are low in mercury. And, of course, gorgonzola's out, too. I was planning out what I could eat (appetizers, salad, etc.) when one of them said "you know, if you guys don't see anything you like, we can go somewhere else." So, I said, "well . . . . OK" and the other guy said he'd been to a great restaurant . . . called the fish market. I vetoed that one, too. I'm hoping all goes well and I'll be able to tell them why I was so picky soon. Fortunately, I'm not throwing up, but I am nauseated off and on, and starting to have food aversions and cravings (vegetables--bad, fruit smoothies--gooood).

OK, it's back to Thanksgiving prep now! Have a great Thanksgiving, everyone!