So um yeah. It's bigger now. 1.5cm to be precise. The fluttering heart was easy to see in the murky orange image. The heartrate was a solid 160 – just as it should be. The new little picture (that still doesn't show anything that anyone can tell) says 7w6d on it, so maybe I'm a little further along. Next appointment is December 16th at 8:30am so Paul can join me again. Hopefully by then we'll be able to actually see something worth showing off.

So we're both feeling pretty good about stuff.

Dr. Schwartz wasn't concerned at all with my blood sugar readings. I was afraid they were too high, but he said they were just fine all things considered. He upped my insulin a bit, and doubled my blood pressure meds. But he stressed that I was doing just fine and not to worry. Also, my a1c came back at 6.5 which he was really happy with. He said he was hoping for under 7, so 6.5 is really great. I'm thrilled, because this means I had good blood sugar control when I conceived – which greatly lowers the risk of heart and neural tube defects.

I'm cleared for two cans of chunk light tuna a week, I can use psoriasis shampoo, I can have all my teas, and can have sex. Life is good. I've bought stuff to make (healthier) Egg McMuffins at home, cottage cheese and no-sugar-added canned fruit, and fixings for tuna salad. Lunchtime will be easier and healthier starting tomorrow. (Cheaper too.)

Now we just need to get a hold of Paul's sister, Cassie. We can't really tell anyone else in the general public until we tell her – and for a week now we haven't been able to get in touch with her. Random 6-hour-delayed chats are all we can get, and Paul is insistent that he wants both of us to tell her, face-to-face on the Skype. I'm hoping that maybe she'll respond when she wakes up tomorrow morning and we can talk to her tonight around midnight. Cuz I really wanna tell a couple of people, but we gotta tell Cassie first.