the root of all nausea

tomorrow morning: post-conception ultrasound and follow-up appointment #2!

in which i hope that i will be able to see the heartbeat for myself and not have to trust the peri that it's just there.

in which i hope the tadpole measures at least 7 weeks.

in which i will beg my ob to write me a new 'scrip for reglan, before i puke up my toenails.

perhaps i wouldn't be so nauseated all the time if my life did not revolve around all things baby-related. but it does. boy, does it. i do not have a thought that i do not tie in to (a) hans, (b) the tadpole, or (c) both of the above. just try me:

1. so, lauralu, those weeds are really coming up in the garden. yes, but i'm just so tired at this stage of the pregnancy that i have no energy left to tackle them when i get home. variation: i thought i'd be spending lots of time in the garden with hans this summer, and without him i find it depressing back there.
2. can you meet with the three new field reps next wednesday? i think i might have another ob appointment that day. variation - that will mean getting up and coming in earlier, which is so hard to do at this stage of pregnancy.
3. how about those floods all along the gulf coast? thank god it's not happening here, where flood waters might carry away hans's ashes before i had a chance to grab his box, or where they might close off the road between me and my ob!
4. are you excited about your family coming this weekend? oh, yes, i can't wait to go shopping with my mom and sister for new baby things! variation - yeah, but i wish my nephew (he of the ever-changing nicknames) was going to get to play with his cousin.
5. so what music excites you these days? blah blah blah futureheads blah blah blah hans's favorite band blah blah blah. variation - i'm trying to listen to a really wide variety of music, and loudly, so that the tadpole has an affinity for all kinds of music. (you know. when it develops actual ear buds.)

it's hopeless. i'm hopeless. let's just hope (for my sake, and the tapole's, and justin's - especially justin's, because he often really, really wants to thwack me of late) that the appointment tomorrow is better than anyone's wildest imagination, so good even i can't find anything wrong with it!