Here's how yesterday went down...
Doc Oc (he really looks like the Spidey villain): How are you feeling?
Me: Pretty good actually, besides a bad cold Im getting over.
Doc Oc: That's good
Me: Part of me feels like I should be sicker. When does that start?
Doc Oc: Actually, right at about 6 weeks your hormones will start going crazy and you may see moodiness, breast soreness exceeding pms, and break outs (check x3!). Between 6 and 7 weeks you'll be getting a surge of progesterone and that's when the fun will start. Let me know if it gets too bad.
Me: Roger that good sir.
We talk next appointment and shortly we are on our merry way. On the way home we decide to stop at Target. I'd been given a granola bar after she took 96 gallons of my blood, so I thought I'd be fine.
About 5 minutes in to our shopping excursion I could physically feel my blood sugar drop. Instantly I felt like crap. Almost sweaty, hungry, and a very mild panicky feeling. Really wee babe? Less than 2 hours after I ask? I see you have your mothers sense of humor.
I ate at home and felt some relief, but really haven't been the same since. This morning was especially rough, and I could barely get through a piece of toast.
As sadistic as it sounds, I'm relieved. You always hear, 'the sicker the better', so in the back if my mind I could shake the thought that something was wrong because I felt okay. While I probably wont skip through the park, I'm grateful.
Tonight I am shopping for good healthy snacks so that I will always have something on hand. Let the games begin!