Day 2.

The
feeling
of building
a house of cards

is disconcerting. Right now, I am happy. Happier than I've ever been, really -- all signs point to a good pregnancy so far, but my brain keeps telling me one beta is little to go on. It's the looming spectre of tomorrow's beta which is making me shiver in fear. Will it be at least 116? Is it doubling? Are those cramps? Do I still "feel" pregnant? Is there blood? Is that a pink tinge?

Yes, I am fully capable of driving myself insane in a period of less than 24 hours and I have another potential eight months to get through!

1 comments:

Christina April 9, 2010 at 6:43 AM  

All I can do is offer you hugs and love. And tell you that I'm here, only a text or call away.

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The Stoatette, wife of the man known only as The Foxy Stoat, has embarked upon a strange journey during which she has to conquer her fears of pain, loss, heartbreak, and needles.