Bluuurgggghhhhhh

Feeling crappy. Yesterday the tiredness, weakness, general malaise hit me like a ton of bricks. Was in bed by 2130. All I did was go shopping at WalMart, wtf?
This morning 0400 came way too soon. Do I really have to go to work? Am I gonna be able to keep working through the next 7 months or so? Can I get disability for being crazy and/or lazy?
I'm taking the nastiness as a good sign. Really I am. I always forget how lousy pregnancy makes me feel. It's just... sooo... ick.
Oh yeah, and I'm old.
So very old.
How am I gonna find the energy to deal with a live child?
See? That's my positivity right there.

My future daughter-in-law asked me... 'Aren't you supposed to stop drinking coffee when you're pregnant?'
I looked her right in the eye and told her "I stopped drinking vodka. Small steps, my dear."

So far, so good

Dildocam yesterday showed the heartbeat, crown-rump length put me at 6w6d.
No spotting yet.
Prometrium makes me so effin SICK but it's a necessary evil.
First "visit" mid-August. I had to laugh. I get to see the intake nurse and get my packet of freebies. I will put it with all the other ones. I honestly asked - again, like I did before - can't I just skip that step? Just set me up with the good doc and forget all the formality? Nope. Whatever.
Day by day, all I can say.

We don't do 'normal'

If our calculations are right, confirmed pregnancy #6 is at 6w3d. No spotting yet, but every little twinge gives rise to a panty check.
Beta Hcg 20,982
Progesterone 10.2
Started prometrium last night.
Dildocam this week.
I'll be 41 years old in a few weeks.
G will be 47 if this one makes it.
The Boy will be 22.... Twenty.Two.
I could be a grandma. Instead, I like to mix things up a bit.
When (she) goes to the prom, we will be old, old, old.
WTF?
For the record: unplanned, unprepared, unbelievable.
Unfuckingreal.