I'm sick...oh so sick. I go from joy at being sick...to OMG how am I going to carry on. Ultrasound is tomorrow. I have two plans laid out, one for each outcome.
Plan A - (No growth, no heartbeat, poor prognosis) - get back to myself ASAP. I refuse to vomit if the jig is up so loading up on whatever meds I need to will happen immediately. As soon as said nausea goes have a drink and a coffee not necessarily at the same time. Maybe a sushi dinner. Have S.E.X. with DH. Then Join that gym I've been planning and get a trainer.
Plan B - (Good growth and appropriate HB - still have a hard time seeing this happen) Continue planning to have a baby. Talk to Doc about nausea meds...just in case I can't deal. I know that one good US doesn't make a baby but if we have a good US I will be much more inclined to think this might work out and I plan to go forward as if it is.
Putting off the US until this week was both a curse and a joy. Waiting was hard but I also didn't have to endure the limbo that is pretending cautious optimism after inconclusive or bad results. I've almost been serene at times. Especially when I feel like I may lose my lunch.