I am on a carb-fest, all carbs all the time. The thought of most proteins makes my gag reflex kick in. I've been feeling a little bad about it so I managed to shovel some eggs down my throat for breakfast and a few bites of chicken from the take-in thai for dinner tonight. Other than that, it's been bagels, pasta, or rice.
Our next ultrasound is Friday. I should be 7w6d. I go back and forth between thinking I hope there's still a heartbeat in there to getting all excited at the growth we'll see from last weeks u/s. I've still got all those nasty first tri symptoms, so I should be optimistic. And I actually had my first sort of puke this morning. Not very pleasant. And my favorite black pants, the very last size 10 I could fit into this fall, the ones that always make me look skinny, could barely button yesterday. I should take that as another good sign, instead I blame it on the freakin carbs.
Work is kicking my butt this week, which I know isn't helping my general funk. We're brought in a bunch of new staff so I'm training from 8:30 until 4 each day. It is just exhausting. Plus, I then have the rest of my job to do once all that is over. I've been going to bed before 9 most nights. At least there's no good tv on!
Off to scrounge up something bland and starchy to go stuff my face...