When I found out I was expecting, I was in week 6 of my pregnancy. At this point, my baby is just a little head and body with a beating heart and the starts of arms and legs. I look exactly the same. My nausea does not result in real puking that often. It's more like a consistant feeling of maybe puking sometime in the future. My abdomen feels like it does during PMS, a constant ache with occasional sharper pains. But this is all within the bounds of normal for someone with a pea sized alien devouring my body for it's nourishment.
I spent a lot of time this week trying to remember what I had been doing for the last 4 weeks...when I was with child, but did not know it yet. I do remember having a margarita. I think My husband and I also went to dinner once and I had a glass of wine. I am determined not to worry about it. When we saw the doctor in week 7, the heart-beat was healthy and he said the baby is just fine, so no worrying.
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