Week Seven

Nothing new, really. To sum up: Zebra Cakes + potato chips = yum, vegetables = blech. Tired - check. Nausea - check. The doctor's office finally called back, a week later, to ask why I never called them back. When I explained to the nurse that I just wanted to know if I should come in earlier because of the miscarriage, she was very apologetic and promised to talk to the doctor and get back to me.