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!
Just spilling. It’s been that long so buckle the fuck in.
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That’s the thing about this whole smartphone era…when you realize you want
to sit down and actually fucking WRITE…you have to go through ten thousand
steps...
6 years ago
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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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