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The weekend has not yet begun for me, but I've never been so excited for it to be over. Not because I want to come back to work (seriously, it's definitely not that) but because by the time I'm back in the office on Tuesday I will have had my first doctor's appointment. I just want to get it over with, for better or for worse. Four more sleeps.

As for symptoms, I started feeling them more yesterday, though that seems to have passed a bit today.

• Yesterday, my boobs weren't bigger (which would be seriously welcome -- I have tiny boobs, which has always been a source of insecurity for me) but they were sore and felt a lot heavier than usual. That's still sort of true today.
• Someone asked yesterday if I liked spicy food. Two hours later, I found myself standing at the local Thai place ordering Drunken Noodles with chicken. I'm going to call that a craving, even though it really is just further evidence of my lack of impulse control.
• I then felt ill for the rest of the day. And I'm going to attribute that to the p-word rather than to overeating greasy takeout.
• I was so thirsty all day that I drank more than a gallon of water. I normally drink a lot, but it's normally habit rather than a feeling of desperate thirst.
• And I was so tired that I went to bed at 9:30, which is obscenely early for me. I woke up at 3 because I felt ill and had to pee. I then slept until 7, which is really late for me.

Today? Not as tired, not as thirsty, but I still don't feel great. It's not nausea though; it's more a feeling of being full even when I haven't eaten recently. And it's accompanied by a feeling of faintness, which is not at all normal for me. And even though I'm not that tired, I want to go to bed, though that may just be the knowledge that it will then be only three sleeps to go.