i'm getting better.

At this whole patience thing. Well, not really. But for some reason this week hasn't seemed so excruciating as I wait for my next u/s tomorrow. I almost feel, dare I say, relaxed and not as stressed out. Probably because I've seen the heartbeat(s) twice now and I still feel like everything is going good in there. Maybe my husband's optimism is starting to rub off on me.

Assuming everything is still good in there tomorrow morning (*fingers crossed*), my RE said I will finally be released to an OB of my choosing. And I think I've picked a good one. My sis asked around for some recommendations from her friends for me, and forwarded me a link to a local OB/GYN clinic. In looking at the profiles of the doctors, I noticed one of them had a special interest in infertility/high risk. So I think I've decided to go with her. I really hope she's nice because I really like the fact that she has some infertility background and will understand what I've been through and why I might be more paranoid and crazazay than a typical patient.

As for symptoms, my main ones right now just seem to be a voracious appetite and tiredness. I am literally eating something every 1-2 hours. I got on the scale this morning though and I don't weigh any more than I usually do. Go figure. And I am going to bed each night around 8:30, getting 9+ hours of sleep, yet it's SO hard to wake up in the morning. If those are the worst of my symptoms though, I will be eternally grateful. I hear of so many other women in my support groups that have extreme morning sickness and have to be on Zofran just to function. So I am thanking my lucky stars right now that my body is forcing me to eat non-stop instead of puking my guts out.

B has decided to come with me to tomorrow's appointment. I told him he'll be amazed at the size difference, since the last one he went to was our very first one 2 weeks ago. Here's to hoping the twinkies are still growing nice and strong in there!