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I'm looking for the humor/bright spot in learning that I am actually three weeks less pregnant than I was originally told.

We arrived (late) for the first ultrasound on Tuesday night. I had just finished slamming a large bottle of water and took in another cup in the lobby for good measure. I'm just not a water drinker. I drink water and five minutes later I'm peeing the water out so it seems a bit silly to me. I got my tired ass on the table with my hairy legs and armpits sticking out of my dress for the technician's amusement (she was nice and didn't say anything). She got right down to it and confirmed my LMP date. "There's the baby, but that's not at eleven weeks." ORLY? "More like eight."

Fantastic. So that's three more weeks of this nausea and fatigue. It's frustrating enough to almost make me cry.

I've been dealing with a bad cold and cough situation, hence the lack of updates. I have even less energy now than I did before. Yesterday I slept from 5:00 PM until my alarm went off at 5:00 AM. I'm taking Robitussin and sucking on Lifesavers because Halls make me more nauseous. I get home from work and I'm completely wiped out.