Tuesday is my new favorite day of the week. Every Tuesday that goes by means another week of pregnancy. Today is the beginning of week six. I woke up at 3am feeling sick and with a wicked headache. Although I had to stay in bed until 9:30am and didn't get to work until noon, I say bring it on. Bring on the headaches, the puking, the weird food cravings, the sore boobs and the exhaustion. I want it all.
Thanks to everyone who commented on my "fear" post. I know it's something that we all confront on a daily basis. I have been trying to really get a handle on things, but when you're up in the middle of the night it's always hard not to let your imagination get carried away.
I was visiting my parents this weekend when I ran into CH at church. She is due this Saturday and looked very uncomfortable. I thought maybe it would be easier to see her now, but it wasn't. All of the insensitive and condescending things she said came back to me and I still felt hurt and resentful. I am gong to have to try to let all of that go. I don't think I will ever be able to make her understand how her platitudes made me feel and, quite frankly, I don't have the energy right now. Am I going to carry these feelings with me against everyone who gave me idiotic assvice or told me to "relax"? If so, I am going to waste a lot of time and energy.
Thursday is getting closer and closer and I keep going back and forth between worry and excitement. My friend MW who has traveled a very long and very hard IF road told M, you have to allow for the possibility that everything is fine. I'll just hang on to that thought and to my exhaustion and nausea and hope for the very, very best.
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