Aunt Flow never arrived - I took four more pregnancy tests. Three said yes, one said no. Conveniently I already had an appointment with my GP that week - brought the results to her and whammo!
Everything suddenly began moving very, very fast. Decisions were made on which hospital to deliver in, midwives, vitamins, blood tests and so many pamphlets. I felt like Indiana Jones - just trying to keep pace and not get smooshed by the boulder.
Let’s leave out the amped up bloat-zilla body I now have, and the constant nausea or vomiting for a second.
Emotionally, I feel like I’m walking a tight rope. With each glance below (I know you’re not supposed to look down, but damnit I’m far from zenned out) comes a wave of isolation or exaltation or anxiety or excitement or blurting this secret or not even wanting to mention anything on the subject. The fact that my partner and I are foreigners living far from our respective home countries probably is playing a huge part.
Our family is more in contact now - checking in on us more often, which is great.
But some friends are already checking out on us - which sucks.
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.