The pregnancy so far

We're not very far along into this, but I thought I should do a catch up post to get up to speed. I was going to say 'a short catch up post', but I already know that it's not going to be short. Feel free to skip.

On Monday I was pretty sure something was up, but I didn't want to pee on the stick prematurely. I called my sister and she encouraged me to pee on the stick (she was pretty excited at the possibility of a positive test). I asked her if it might be better to wait a few more days so that the chance of a false negative would be reduced. She pointed out that if I waited a few more days, peeing on a stick wouldn't be necessary. Good point. I peed on the stick, and as you know by now, it was positive. I cried. My first reaction was panic. Oh. My. God. We made the wrong decision. I can't do this. What on earth were we thinking? Shit.

Then I called Graeme. He was completely nonplussed. Not terribly helpful to reduce my freakingoutness. I called my sister back and she was super super excited. That definitely helped, although I still went back and looked at the pee stick about 5 times over the next two hours. And of course, in the meantime I called a bunch of people. Most were excited; a few (Ok, just Marlene) were speechless. It seemed completely unreal. I didn't feel pregnant. Shouldn't I feel something? How can the stick just say I am if I don't feel anything?

The strange detachment/no symptom thing faded quickly. The next day at work, around 4 pm, I was suddenly COMPLETELY exhausted. Couldn't even stand exhausted. Like many days of racing without sleep exhausted. The same thing occurred the next day. And then the next day (Friday, by this point) I was nauseous all morning. I guess I shouldn't have been so keen on feeling pregnant. There will be plenty of that.