My DH

DH is the name that women use for their "dear husband" on pregnancy sites. My DH thought it was important that we have the "pregnancy experience" to get ready to have a baby. He said this once when we discussed adoption as an option. He preferred we go through the physical pregnancy experience, and indeed if we could not conceive, he was more open to adopting an embryo than adopting a baby.

So here we are having the pregnancy experience. There are definitely emotional, psychological and social aspects. But much of the experience so far seems to be physical. So that would be Me. The newest fun thing was last night when I took off my bra and discovered I now have sticky boobs, for lack of a better term. This is a little early, and may be due to the switch of my progesterone from shots to vaginal suppositories. Yes, I have had daily intramuscular shots of progesterone in my tush since April... and now I get to move to lovely vaginal suppositories. (This is standard with IVF, and supposed to help keep me from miscarrying).

DH has claimed several times to have Couvades of some sort or another, especially craving ice cream, but I doubt that he'll claim to have sticky boobs at any point in the near future.

Apart from the sticky boobs, some of my pregnancy symptoms have stopped, including the little nausea I had. So naturally I'm freaking out a bit, even though nausea often abates in the tenth week because the placenta starts producing estrogen and progesterone itself. I rented a fetal doppler monitor, which arrived yesterday. It's often difficult to detect the heart beat in the first trimester, but try I did (so did DH). The placenta blood flow sounded like a whirlwind, but no fast beating baby heart.

I woke up this morning hoping little boogie baby is still tucked away somewhere in my tummy. I had my hand on my abdomen. Then I felt a tiny, fast push. It's impossible that I'm feeling boogie baby kicking because baby is the size of a kumquat. Logically it's gas or another one of my biological processes gone awry, but it's nice to believe that boogie baby is dancing away the early morning hours.