Woo hoo! Eight weeks! I suppose I could be happier about the milestone if the u/s were over and done with but no.

So today. We went to church, and despite getting my hackles up over a few things in Pastor Joe’s sermon, it wen’t pretty okay. After that we went to Mimi’s for lunch. I could live on their french onion soup alone. It’s SO good. And my BLT was particularly good too. H started to act like a turd towards the end of the meal, though.

Then we went to Barnes and Noble. I picked out a bunch of pregnancy books. H was playing with the train set so K was sitting with him. Apparently, some other kids came over to play with the train and H just was isn’t so good at playing well with others. So he threw a fit and we had to leave in shame. :blush

It was pretty mortifying.

We were going to go home but ended up going to to Target. I got a purple-ish body pillow! That was nice. But for the most part the day was shot.

When we got home, I took a nap for about an hour and a half. I woke up a little groggy, but feeling more rested.

K’s making dinner. I know we’re having green beans from the garden and chicken of some sort but that’s all I know. I am intrigued though.

During my brief stint at the bookstore, I did read that most miscarriages happen before eight weks. BUT. I haven’t had my ultrasound yet. It’s a little late and that can change everything. AND my hypothyroidism adds another element of risk to the whole thing. Have I mentioned how much I dislike this friggin’ condition??