I am working too much. I'm exhausted. It feels like a carnival ride that I can't off of. Everywhere I turn there are more kids, more teens, that are distressed and need help. Kids that aren't attending school because of their debilitating condition or are actively losing weight because they're not eating. It's hard to say no and to cut back, but I'm hemorrhaging. As in 50 hours per week, over 85%ile of national productivity hemorrhaging. I keep thinking about what my action plan will be to wean out of practice and ultimately take 2-3 months off. It's anxiety provoking and I don't have an answer.
This is a good problem to have. I am officially entering pregnancy week seven. This estimation is a little to silly to me, because they start counting two weeks before your retrieval day, but that's the way it works.
My first ultra-sound was this past Monday. It was a little anti-climactic. The ultra-sound technician did not really explain anything that we were seeing. She didn't say much of anything other then giving me directions to hold my breath at one point. She never printed off a picture. The nurse met with us after to say officially that everything was good.
One healthy heartbeat.
The heartbeat was 137 bpm and the baby! is measuring at exactly 6 weeks, four days behind the technical gestational date. The nurse said that anything within a week before or after is considered normal, so I'm not worrying. I was also told that I can transition from the progesterone shots to vaginal suppositories. And then, they told me to schedule with my regular OBGYN. The one I haven't actually seen in over a year. As in, I graduated! It felt very sudden, almost like they were kicking us out, but I suppose that's a good thing.
I have been nauseas a few mornings and have had heartburn some evenings. I haven't vomited and have only come close once or twice. Mostly I just feel tired and I still can't figure out how much of this is pregnancy and how much is due to being extremely overworked.