This is going to be a brutal month. I've been working 15 hour days consistently for the past couple of weeks and I don't think I can last much longer. I'm not complaining about having awesome pregnancy symptoms, but it doesn't help my work productivity when I'm nauseated, hungry and tired. September/October tend to be busy because people come back from summer holidays and realize they should probably get stuff done. I don't mind being busy - it's better than sitting around twiddling my thumbs - but I wish it didn't coincide with this delicate first trimester, which is proving to be tough both mentally and physically.
On the upside, being knocked up is great for my self-esteem. Food aversions have led to a bit of weight loss (nothing to be concerned about) which makes my clothes fit a bit more comfortably. Also, my skin has never looked better, and my hair now stays smooth and non-greasy for days. I just look really pale and drained most of the time, but nothing a little rouge can't fix! So basically, I look like a Hollywood celebrity - malnourished but fabulous.
I must confess, I am now 6w4d and I haven't gone for an ultrasound yet. Partially due to being so busy, but partially because I am afraid of the possible heartbreak of being told that despite everything, this is not viable. I just want to enjoy this time and believe that everything is ok. I already had an ultrasound scheduled for around the 8 week mark, so I will just go to that one in a couple weeks. In the meantime, let me live in blissful ignorance of bad things.