It turns out that I’m pregnant. FINALLY! We’ve been trying for a year and a half, so it’s welcome news.
The nurse scared the crap out of me though, I have to say. She says “Chance of miscarriage is 40%, so don’t get attached and don’t name it. Also, your thyroid makes it more complicated.” Great. Way to really throw cold water on me, 10 seconds after the big congratulations entrance.
I’m trying not to worry. They’ve upped the dose of my thyroid medication, and told me to eat well, sleep well, and get moderate exercise every day. Sounds about par for the course! Except for the sleep thing. That needs a bit of work.
I’m mostly glad that my exhaustion and lack of “oomph” the last few weeks wasn’t totally weird. I was all into my new exercise routine and food habits, and then *bam* I’m in bed by 7:30 and not eating much.
Also, any thoughts are welcome. I’m a thick-skinned potato.