Update from the Slug

So, not too much has been going on around here. I am just biding my time and trying to patiently wait until my next doctor's appointment...although I'm not doing too well on the patient part. I have been feeling pretty good. The bloating, nausea, indigestion kind of comes and goes and the only thing consistent are my poor sore boobs. I started wearing a sports bra to bed because they were waking me up in the middle of the night from turning over.

I was talking to my hubby about a week ago about my symptoms. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: I am surprised I am not more tired. I hear all these stories of women that can barely make it through the work day. I don't feel that tired.
Hubby: What do you mean? You are either groaning about getting up, talking about sleeping or you are sleeping or laying down. You are kind of like a slug.

We had a good laugh about it and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like a slug. Bending over to pick up things seems difficult. Mustering up the energy for laundry and dishes is difficult and would require getting my arse off the couch. I do feel like I am just moving slower. In the past, I was extremely active and zipped around and took care of everything. So I guess come to think of it, I have been a little slug-like!

I keep inspecting my belly and wondering if my bump has arrived. I'm a pretty petite person, and hearing others stories, I feel like I should be showing more. Instead, I just feel totally frumpy with this bloated pooch belly. When I sit down, I just feel fat. I just want a sign...something...to tell me everything is still ok.