After all these years, you would think I'd mastered the art of patience.
Ah! Ha! Ha! Hilarious!
I have only been pregnant 2 seconds and I want my baby NOW!
Thus far I have avoided feelings of guilt, trepidation or anxiety....I'm sure there's plenty of time for that later. I am feeling great. I gag constantly. I wake several times a night. I have given up spaghetti (did someone say reflux?) but overall these things are easy to cope with.
I stare at my body each morning in the mirror, regretting that
tattoo but mostly searching for a sign of change. A bump. A lump. A stretch. A darkening of area.
Of course there's nothing. There won't be any changes for weeks.
Further bloodwork next week, and an U/S on the 30th. Until then I shall embrace my blissful naivety & grin broadly at every pregnant woman I see. It's a nice change from scowling at them. For both parties.