Weekly Weigh-In

And the surprisingly good week is followed by a surprisingly bad week...the preemie march continues with two steps forward, one step back...but that still moves us forward, right? I didn't expect her to gain much since she had surgery this week, but I thought she would gain a bit or break even. Oh well.

Last week: 8.55 kg (18 pounds, 14 ounces), 29.5 inches

This week: 8.50 kg (18 pounds, 12 ounces), 30.5 inches

Week's change: -50 grams/2 ounces, +1 inch

Net change: +800 grams/28 ounces, +1.5 inches

In other news, I'll confess that I am officially avoiding blogging. This is the wait-to-test week, which is always by far the hardest week for me in the trying to conceive cycle. This week I've been so anxious that at times I've hardly been able to function. Let's just say that I haven't been the world's greatest homemaker this week (but when am I...though I did hem a pair of John's pants! I am amazing!). I tend to use sleep as an escape, so between that inclination and the elevated progesterone levels post-ovulation (hey, did I tell you that I did actually ovulate this cycle? Wohoo!), I've been taking lots of naps...and trying not to think of the "early pregnancy symptoms" that in actuality are exactly the same as symptoms of an impending period. Both John and I are hopeful but terrified of getting our hopes up. I've also had some job-related stress lately ("Job-related?" you say? Yes...as in...I'm looking for a job.), so my mind has been all kinds of twisty and turn-y this week. It's odd...as much as hope is a good thing, not knowing (both in a job search and in trying to conceive) is much harder for me than a flat-out no.

Considering everything that I just said, please forgive the grammatically incorrect ways in which I said it. I could use some grace today...and a hefty dose of patience!