On my first blog, Faith in Things Unseen, I mention not feeling much in the sixth week. I noted that my breasts were larger and sore; I was tired and "a tad less patient". This time around, my sixth week started on Wednesday and I feel the same. Nothing huge, nothing concrete--the only way I really know I'm pregnant is because the at home tests tell me so.
Last time, not feeling anything was okay, because I believed everything would go perfectly. This time, I know that "perfect" is far from a given. My first appointment with the Birth Center isn't until the end of November, six weeks away. I just don't feel I can wait that long to know that Peanut is doing okay. I really want to see him/her and get someone with a PhD to tell me everything looks great.
I think I will call on Monday and see if they can see me for blood work and maybe even an ultrasound within two weeks. Also, if possible, I'd like to move the current appointment up a week so it'll be before Thanksgiving, when we tell family.
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