Dear Blog, (or, 5 weeks pregnant)

I'm not sure how to transition from "active IVF cycle blogger" to "pregnant after IVF blogger".  I know this is something that all infertile bloggers go through, so I know that I am normal.  I sort of feel paralyzed right now because I know that the numbers say that I'm pregnant, but I'm not feeling it that much and I often return to a state of disbelief.  I read that all pregnant women feel this way initially and that it's not unique to the formerly infertile.  

So I've been thinking about how to structure the blog if this pregnancy is real (don't laugh, what if it's not?), which I think I will really know on 10/29 when we have our first ultrasound.  

First of all, it might be a boring once a week post unless things are exciting.  Honestly, I hope they are not exciting because no one wants an exciting pregnancy, especially if twins are expected. Second of all , yeah, see "first of all".  See? It's already boring! (hahaha!)

Actually, I do have a few symptoms.  They are sort of boring though.  I have mild motion sickness, which I've never had in my life.  I feel really bad for those who deal with this frequently.  Driving myself doesn't help.  I've begun sleeping really, really well again.  I have slightly puffier, but sore breasts.  The most recent symptom though, which I didn't recognize for a few days, is an insane craving for pizza.  Actually spinach and feta pizza in particular.  I had it for lunch and dinner two days in a row.  When I couldn't get pregnant and fantasized about what I would be like as a pregnant person, I thought my cravings would be root beer and cucumbers.  I'm not sure why.  I really like root beer, and I really like cucumbers so I guess I just figured I would want more of those things.  I woke up this morning thinking anchovies are a really, really good thing to have on pizza and that I should have this for breakfast.  Alas, unavailable.  

Gregg has been hilarious this week.  He won't let me do anything too major.  Giving the stink eye to anyone who could potentially stress me out at work, even if I'm not stressed.  Hovering.  Gazing at me strangely as if I am some new creature who has moved in.  He's not sure what to do with this creature, but he just knows that he wants to protect it from everything.  Honey, it's me.  I'm just pregnant.  You're totally cute and I could cry.  He's more nauseated than I am.