I’m 5 weeks and 2 days pregnant. That’s so weird to say since it was only a week ago that we were waiting for the results, but that’s how they measure it. I spend each and every day tracking (and googling) any possible symptom to confirm my baby is still growing. Most symptoms come and go, which I suppose is normal. Boobs are a little sore but not in the way that I’ve always read about online. I’ve had some waves of nausea, headaches, and some facial flushing at night. My biggest symptoms are that I’m tired and thirsty. I could barely make it through the 9pm airing of Grimm last night! And I’m drinking a tonne of water. I’m a good water drinker anyways (usually 1500ml/day), but I’ve added another 750ml/day easily. I’m hoping all of these are good signs and I’m anxiously awaiting more symptoms (and pleading with god, the universe or whoever is in charge to help my baby grow big and strong).
I had a dream about giving birth last night. That baby practically fell right out! Easy peasy! It was a girl and she was perfect and we named her the girl name we’ve had picked out for a very long time. I dreamt about breastfeeding and she was a perfect little eater. I woke up from the dream (to pee, of course!) and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep and be with my little girl again. Alas, I just proceeded to dream other weird ass shit like normal.
I’m hoping that dream was a good sign too — and not just wishful thinking.