Barring an ultrasound to prove yea or nay about an actual embryo, I am most definitely pregnant. I'm late, I'm bloated and crampy, my boobs hurt like whoa (and holy hell, those nipples stick up like little soldiers!), I'm tired beyond belief, and the nausea has suddenly hit.
Buckle your seat belts and hang on. I'm only at five weeks. First doctor's appointment is March 6th...
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
little wishes
I'm just going to go ahead and dare to hope.
And then shit bricks because the reality of having to deal with Boo plus a baby is utterly terrifying. He's such a strong personality and sometimes very, very frustrating to deal with!
But, for now, I'm late, the tests report positive, and I'm crossing my fingers for the best possible outcome. Because, dammit, I want to dare to dream.
And then shit bricks because the reality of having to deal with Boo plus a baby is utterly terrifying. He's such a strong personality and sometimes very, very frustrating to deal with!
But, for now, I'm late, the tests report positive, and I'm crossing my fingers for the best possible outcome. Because, dammit, I want to dare to dream.
Monday, February 13, 2012
preemptive
Not even late, but two pg tests, one on Saturday and one today have both said it's a positive.
So, uh, body, catch that? Please stay that way?
Maybe it helps that this time I'm actually a bit freaking out, thinking of the reality instead of the cushy fantasy? Either way, whoa, this would be big. And awesome. Making me big and awesome.
Crossing my toes.
So, uh, body, catch that? Please stay that way?
Maybe it helps that this time I'm actually a bit freaking out, thinking of the reality instead of the cushy fantasy? Either way, whoa, this would be big. And awesome. Making me big and awesome.
Crossing my toes.
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