Sad, but true fact. With the possibility of motherhood has come the intense feelings of worry. Have I screwed things up? Have I been eating too many bad things? Is everything down there going OK?
Had my first appointment today. I love my doctor. She has a way of putting things in perspective and making me feel at ease about everything. She heard me when I said that I wasn't sure if I was pregnant.
Why? she asked.
Because I don't really feel anything, I said.
Are your boobs sore?
Yes.
Are you tired?
Yes.
Have you had your period?
No.
Then it sounds like you're pregnant to me!
Yes, I guess that's why she gets paid the big bucks. However, I'm guessing she sensed that I wasn't completely believing her, so when she did my internal today, she said with great emphasis...
Oh yes, you are definitely pregnant!
However, she did not do an ultrasound. That's not until next week. So I wait. And I worry. Guess it wasn't the best time to watch Brothers & Sisters. Thankfully, Jill warned me that it was coming, but still - the seed is still sitting, quivering in the back of my head.
At least I will have four days of running after the munchkins to help me keep my mind off. Then I have to worry about resigning from my job so I can start my new one.
And, oh yeah. I'm pregnant!
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