If this works out, I’ll be due April 23rd. Which makes me 6 weeks pregnant.
I’m so dang sick I can barely bring myself to even look at food. I’ve just been shoving it down my throat and then laying down for a few hours to deal with the queasiness.
I had a whole post in mind about our fertility options and what we were going to do and yadda yadda yadda, because this is the month that Bookcase would have been due, and I couldn’t help but notice that and obsess about the whole situation. Now I guess I won’t be needing that.
If I said I was just overjoyed, I’d be lying. My reaction has been pretty much, “Hmm. I wonder what’s going to happen with this.” I have my first appointment in two weeks, and that’s when we should be able to find out a few things. If I can just get a heartbeat, then I’ll rejoice. Right now I’m just afraid to cough.