Thursday, September 5th, 2012. 6weeks, 6days.
I know I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyway.
I really just wanted to find some success stories of other women who had inconclusive or just plain bad first scans, who then went on to have healthy babies.
I found some of those. Lots, in fact.
I also found some of the others.
The stories where the women had a blighted ovum or missed miscarriage. Where their babies died, or never started to properly develop, but their bodies kept right on pumping out the pregnancy hormones. They had symptoms right up until their D&Cs…
Is that me?
Are these symptoms real?
Have they been fading a bit each day?
Have I been oblivious and blind with hope?
I feel like maybe I had more symptoms at the very beginning.
I recall being very scatter-brained from the start. I don’t feel that way so much now.
I also remember being very, very tired. I’m still going to bed early, but I no longer really feel like I am going to pass out on my desk at 2pm every day.
I had some pulling/twingey/almost-cramping feelings at the start, too. No longer.
I also had that one occurrence of what I thought was “morning” sickness, just last Friday. Nothing like that since, and nothing before it, although I have felt that same feeling of over-fullness and near-nausea several times since then, particularly after eating.
Some things have persisted since the very start…
I’m still hungry all the time.
My “girls” still hurt like someone is sticking red-hot knitting needles through them.
I still have some random nausea, particularly in the morning before I’ve eaten or drank anything, and any time I brush my teeth.
I am doubting my body. I am starting to question these things I though were surefire pregnancy symptoms. I’m constantly wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me…
I am not ignorant, nor am I the type of person who can live happily in denial. If this pregnancy isn’t progressing, I want to know. If my baby is just a bit of a slow-poke, I’m fine with that. I really just want confirmation, and from the sounds of the other stories out there in Googletropolis, waiting is the only way to really know.
I really despise Limbo. It’s the most painful place to be because there is no forward motion, no moving on.
I’m just stuck.
Sad, scared, and full of doubt.
I’m trying to maintain hope, but it only comes in tiny increments.
I am praying with every fiber of my being that Monday brings happy answers.
Even bad news would be something from which I could move forward…
I just need something. A scrap. A shred of information.
I just need it to be Monday.