1. I had been enjoying my first nausea free week in a while until this morning. Didn't feel like doing much but lying on the sofa.
2. While lying on said sofa, my friend calls to tell me her daughter (whom I had just seen two days ago) has fifth disease. Consult Dr. G.oogle, mom, tissues and conclude that I will request that they add another blood test to my litany on Tuesday.
3. Getting ready to go out with Mr. Grade A's parents to tell them the good news and I start bleeding. And hyperventilating. And crying. Again.
I am doing better now, his parents were thrilled and understood why I "wasn't feeling well" and wasn't at dinner, and I am down to barely a trickle (on all bodily fluids), but I can't help but wonder when I will be allowed to enjoy this pregnancy rather than fear its imminent demise. Oh yeah-happy week 12. Tomorrow is day one of lucky 13. One more week...
yikes, sorry about the bleed. I know it is common, but that doesn't make it less scary.
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Oh, hang in there. & get ready for the party once week 13 is here. I know that's when I plan to celebrate, if celebration is still in order!
ReplyDeleteOh sweetie, I am so sorry for all of that. I wish you could somehow get to place (universe, hear me) where you can just enjoy this amazing thing. I am so sorry for the return of the nausea, the fifth disease scare, but mostly, for the fucking bleeding- it just feels so unfair to have something so scary happen. Thinking of you, Kate
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