5 Weeks...

So, according to my not-at-all accurate tracker on my "What To Expect When You're Expecting" App, I am officially 5 weeks today. This means that babe is the size of an orange seed. SO EXCITING. I am counting down the days until my first ultrasound, which is JULY 1ST, when I can see him/her. Really, it cannot come soon enough.

This weekend was great, but definitely confirmed that I am p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t. Relaxed on Friday night with some gluten-free (yes, I am TRYING GF) pasta and "Revenge," and basically just laid low. By "laid low," I mean fell asleep around 9:30 (sorry Tim!).

Saturday, I was up by 7:30. I'm sorry, what? Who asked for that kind of insane early-rising? Not me. I mean, I guess I don't NEED more than 10 hours of sleep, really...but...7:30, on a Saturday?! Not my style. Still, I ended up getting a LOT done that morning! It's amazing the things you can accomplish when you're up before noon. Rushed out around 8:00 AM to get my blood drawn, followed by a fruitful shopping trip at Old Navy. This was a first for me, though--I got to the mall where the Old Navy was, and it was...closed. As in, had not yet opened for the day. Um, what?! I felt like a crazy morning person for the first time in my life. Managed to get in through a side door to use the restroom (pregnant woman problems) before the store officially opened, and man, it was weird. I've never been in a closed empty mall before. Creepy.

So then I came home, took a 2-hour sunbath at the pool, and then hit the gym for a 3 mile jog! Realizing quickly that if I don't force myself to exercise, I just plain will not. By the time I finally got home, Tim was out for his jog, but had left me a very sweet note. Nothing warms a mom-to-be's heart like cute notes from dad-to-be! Except, of course, the little bun itself. By the time I got home, it was only noon-ish. Starving. Had a 3-egg omelette like some kind of wild hog, and yes, I finished the entire thing. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Church, which was a much-needed pause to give thanks. Later we grabbed Ellen for a quick dinner/drinks at St. Louis Park Tavern later, and that was the night. (P.S. Ellen, sorry I lied to you, I was drinking soda water for a reason!)

Sunday was Father's Day, so Tim & I treated ourselves to brunch. I asked him if he felt like a dad yet...he replied nope, not really. Instead, he directed the conversation to how "cool" it would be to become a small bird. His reasons: You could go to any professional sports game, anywhere in the world, for free...you could eat everyone's scraps off the ground, for free...you could make friends with an eagle... ladies and gentleman, the father of my child. He will be such an amazing dad! He has a young soul, which is great. My soul is about 150 years old. We balance each other well.

Anyway, that's about it. Symptoms are about the same, but received AMAZING news from the doctor that my HCG levels have more than doubled since my first two blood tests, and my progesterone is far better than normal. God is showering us with blessings! Important to remember as we are waiting, and waiting, and waiting...and the waiting has just begun.