No posting this week. Not much going on. I also haven't felt right posting 'happy happy joy joy' in the midst of the horrible heartache that others have faced over the last couple of weeks. My heart is breaking for so many fellow bloggers - I hate that the universe is so fucking unfair, and we never all seem to get what we want. I really truly wish that it could be different.
I've been exhausted this past week. Going to bed at around 9pm every night (for someone who's previous bedtimes were usually around 12-1am that's quite a change). My hubris of the previous few weeks is coming back to bite me with a vengeance. Last week I had been thinking that maybe because I'm exercising regularly and in pretty good shape, I wouldn't get the tiredeness that every one complains about. Hahahaha. Yeah, that's it. NOT! I've also been feeling queasy all week; no hurling, but just a generally yucky feeling. (Although no problems eating, except that I find I much prefer savory foods to sweet ones).
I had lunch with a friend who went through IVF with my RE on Thursday - I told her about how I was feeling mildy nauseous pretty much all of the time. She went on to tell me how she felt fine through both of her pregnancies, and her chiropractor thinks that women get nauseous because they think they should. That is such bullshit! And not terribly helpful either - yeah, I'm nauseous because I'm weak minded, thank you very much.
Thalia asked about why we're calling the little one Phred. I actually didn't even know about the Doonesbury character! M and I always used to joke about how it was silly for people to use outrageous spellings of names to make their kids unique... so we joked that we would call our first son (he's convinced he only makes boy sperm) Phred. Our second would be Fwed. And then we were watching a beanpot college hockey game where Harvard had a player with the last name Schweffel. So we decided that was a good name for our third son. So those have been our imaginary kids names ever since.