Stupidly Happy and Scared all at Once

I am so stupidly happy!

I am 5 weeks pregnant, and my HCG levels are increasing like they should, which is exciting. Any sign that things are going right makes me feel overjoyed. I set up my ultrasound today for April 12 at 1:15 down at Rochester Mayo Clinic. I hope by then everything is still going well. I'm trying to do everything as right as possible (except I had a smoothie this morning that had more sugar than I thought in it. No more of those for me !).

My appointment with the psychiatric nurse went well today. Amy got goosebumps when I told her I was pregnant, and she will see me again in two months since I'm doing so well. She said as my pregnancy progresses I may need to up my dose of Zoloft to compensate for the extra blood flow in my body. It feels great to have all these doctors on my team, and I hope together we can bring a beautiful, little one into this world that looks like Brett and I. They also took my blood pressure today, and it was great! 113 over 80 which is low for me. Usually, my blood pressure hovers around 130 or so, but lately, since I started Zoloft, it is lower. Maybe it's because I'm less stressed. Maybe it is because I've stopped drinking. Maybe it's because I'm pregnant. Whatever it is, I love feeling better and better. Maybe I will feel differently when the nausea and pain begins, but it is a miracle in which I feel thankful for.

I love this little blob already, and I hope I will get to meet him or her in November. I don't know what to do with myself except stay as healthy as possible and keep reading information until the next steps come and until there is a better chance of a full-term pregnancy. Some of the horror stories I hear are super scary, like a miscarriage at 17 weeks, and that feels so far away!

How do people get through the waiting in a calm manner? I'm trying my best.

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