How far along? 12 weeks 1 day.
Size of baby: The size of a plum; just over two inches. 
Sleep: I'm not waking up as frequently in the middle of the night to relieve my bladder, which has been nice. I've been sleeping pretty well but one night this week I woke up around 3:30 and wasn't able to fall asleep by the time my alarm went off two hours later. Most unfortunate. Last night I slept ten hours and then took another 45 minute nap in the afternoon. It was glorious.
Total weight gain: I haven't been on a scale since my last doctor's appointment, so I'm not sure. 
Unglamorous body changes: This could very well be my imagination, but it seems that my stomach is just a tad hairier than usual. At least the hair is pretty light and I don't walk around revealing my midriff! Also, some women might not consider this unglamorous, but when I saw the photo Jacob first took for our 12 week picture I made him take another because the ladies looked HUGE! Though, that may be due to the shirt I'm wearing.
Best moment this week: Going on a date to a hockey game yesterday. It was a lot of fun!
Movement: The other day I felt my intestines digesting and I got all excited for half a second before I realized what it really was. Still too early to feel anything!
Maternity clothes: Nope.
Food cravings/aversions: Again, not much. I made a funnel cake on a whim last Sunday night and then threw up several hours later (after I had gone to bed, even). This makes three times total. Not too shabby, I say! Also, the last two times I've been sick we've had ground beef with our dinner. Correlation?
Symptoms: My back has been killing me the last few weeks. I thought it was because I slept on it funny, but that was ages ago and you'd think it'd be better by now. 
Other tidbits: I thiiiink I can feel my uterus a little more. It feels a little more full, which is reassuring! My wedding ring is definitely not in any danger of being stuck on my finger any time soon; with this colder weather, it's more in danger of falling off!

How far along? 11 weeks 1 day.
Size of baby: The size of a lime, or a little over an inch and a half. 
Sleep: I still go to bed fairly early, but I've been able to stay up until 9:45 a few nights this week. I  know, I live on the wild side.
Total weight gain: -4 pounds. This baffles me because I haven't been sick (other than those two times) and I eat like a ravenous dog sometimes. My only explanation is that going back to work limits my snacking time. Or possibly that all of the medications for the IVF cycle made me bloat and retain water and such.
Unglamorous body changes: This is going to sound really braggy, but pregnancy has actually been treating me pretty well so far. My skin has been unusually clear for weeks! The ol' belly miiiight be swelling a teensy bit, but at this point it just looks like I've eaten one too many cream puffs unless I suck it in.
Best moment this week: Getting our viability ultrasound on Tuesday and seeing our baby! Along with that, getting the reassurance that our baby is okay after the bleeding episode. Which is still ongoing, by the way.
Movement: Nothing I can feel, but we were able to see baby move its arms and legs all over on the ultrasound!
Maternity clothes: Not a necessity yet. It also probably helps that I've bought the majority of my work pants from DI and they were slightly too large in the waist to begin with. I don't anticipate needing to shop for quite some time.
Food cravings/aversions: Nothing in particular. Hunger-wise, I can go from being just fine to "I need to eat something NOW" in about 30 seconds flat.
Symptoms: Again, just tired and hungry!
Other tidbits: I get little email updates each week, informing me about the development of our baby. Upon reading the email this week, I announced to Jacob "Our baby no longer has webbed fingers and toes! It isn't a duck!" To which he replied, "Oh my, a duck? QUACK!" 

The baby is okay! I went in for another ultrasound on Tuesday upon a nurse's recommendation when I called Monday during my lunch break. We were able to see the baby wiggling its arms and legs, which was fun. It definitely looks more like a baby now! The last two ultrasounds, it looked more like a blob. At the ultrasound the baby was measuring at 11 weeks, three days ahead of schedule. Not that that matters much, because we're extremely confident as to its actual age! And with a dad like Jacob, our children are destined to be tall, so I wouldn't be surprised if we have a long baby.

The bleeding is most likely from the twin that didn't make it. The ultrasound technician referred to that spot in my uterus as "remains of demise." How . . . unfriendly and impersonal sounding. The baby was gone, and it just showed a collapsed sac (or something like that). This wasn't super surprising, as we were told that my body would reabsorb the second baby.

Still, we're very grateful that one baby is alive and kickin'! Not that I can feel it at all, because, well, it's barely over an inch long. But it's still exciting. I had my first official prenatal appointment yesterday, and we were able to hear the heartbeat again, which was extra reassurance.

Also, can I just say that this is going to be the most well-photographed fetus ever? (I would say baby, but I can't promise that we'll be great about taking pictures after it's born. Also, referring to the baby as "it" kind of bothers me but it's cumbersome to say "he or she". Oh, the woe.) We have photos of the baby at five days past conception (so technically two weeks and five days), 6 weeks 4 days, 8 weeks, and now 10 weeks 4 days. We probably won't get another ultrasound until 18 to 20 weeks for the anatomy scan, but that'll still be photos from five periods of the baby's life before birth.

I promised myself that I wouldn't post any ultrasound photos on my blog or on facebook, because I hated seeing those myself when other women posted. But I did scan them into our computer for safekeeping, and I emailed the most recent ultrasound photos to my parents. Everyone else can just use their imagination (or do a google search for ultrasound photos, because really, they all look the same anyway).

I'm bleeding.

And not just a little brown spotting, either. Red. And enough to drip into the toilet.

When I called the emergency OB nurse, she asked me how much I was bleeding. "Was the spot the size of a quarter?" Uh, no . . . "Twice that size?" Try closer to the size of a dollar bill.

She said at this point there's no way to determine the cause of the bleeding. It could be an irritated cervix, or there may be some bleeding behind the placenta. I wish Jacob was able to listen more closely to the other end of the phone, because I wasn't exactly processing everything she said.

I'm also wondering if maybe it could be my body getting rid of Baby B. And I was also diagnosed with a subchorionic hematoma at my last ultrasound, so maybe that's the reason. Again, I wish Jacob had been with me at the RE because I don't remember if she said to expect bleeding in the next few weeks or not.

I'm hoping against hope that Baby A is okay. If I lose that baby, too, I'll be devastated. I have an appointment on Wednesday, but the nurse said to call Monday morning and try to schedule an appointment for that day if possible. I only need to go to the hospital if the bleeding gets out of control.

Thankfully, I'm not having any cramping so far. But I'm worried. Some Google searching turned up with an equal number of reassuring and discouraging stories.

Please be okay, baby.

I haven't done one of these updates in a while because I don't really feel any different from before. But here goes:

How far along? 10 weeks 1 day.
Size of baby: A little over an inch, or the size of a prune. Really, could there BE a more unappetizing fruit to compare a baby to?
Sleep: I'm pretty consistently going to bed around 9 or 9:30 these days. I get sleepy! I haven't been waking up in the middle of the night as frequently, which has been nice. And on Friday nights I maaaaay or may not sleep for like 11 hours.
Unglamorous body changes: I'm sure this has more to do with my shaving habits and less with the pregnancy, but I keep getting ingrown hairs every few days. My poor armpits.
Best moment this week: Getting my final progesterone injection on Thursday! After 91 needles in the space of 8 and a half weeks (yes, I kept track), I don't have to be poked any time in the foreseeable future. And this means that this was the first Saturday since the beginning of July that I didn't have to wake up at 6:30 to get a shot. It was glorious. And this may be TMI, but I'm hoping that my urine will stop smelling like the progesterone oil now. Gross.
Food cravings/aversions: I'm still just pretty hungry all the time. When I think of specific foods I want them right that instant, but at least it's usually things we have on hand, like crackers and cheese. No specific food aversions so far, though I did get nauseated Sunday evening while making dinner and then I actually got sick later that evening while making dessert. That was only the second time I've thrown up so far, so I'm feeling pretty grateful that I'm feeling well!
Symptoms: Just tired and hungry all the time! I do think I slept funny a few nights ago and my back has been hurting ever since, but I don't think that's pregnancy-related because I'm not even showing yet. (Side note: Jacob has been wanting to take a picture of me every single day so we can see the progression of the belly. How many have we taken? Zero. Not much point this early, I say! And every day seems a little . . . excessive.)

I am exhausted. And today I had my first hormonal bursting into tears episode. Something made me think that I was a bad wife and I started bawling. Fortunately, I was able to realize that it was irrational crying and it didn't last long. I think at one point I was laughing at myself through the sobs.

I do believe I'll be in bed by 9:30 tonight.

The baby has officially graduated from an embryo to a fetus and is now the size of a green olive! What's the size difference, I wonder, between green and black olives?

I'm still feeling pretty good other than getting dizzy whenever I stand up from a lying position. I also think I'm a little more sensitive to smells. A bowl of milk leftover from cereal was left out for several hours, and when I saw and smelled it, it turned my stomach a little and Jacob had to dump it out. And last week I was making a recipe with potatoes, one of which had started to rot. They reeeeeked. And made me feel slightly nauseated. Jacob, again, came to the rescue and threw the ones I wasn't using into the dumpster.

Well, I'm going to hit the hay.