Friday, September 7th, 2012. 7weeks.
I woke up this morning feeling great.
Like, scary great.
I don’t know for sure if I’m psyching myself out here, but I’m about 80% certain that I woke up without any pregnancy symptoms today.
I’m not nauseated.
I’m not tired.
I’m not hungry or thirsty.
Even my breast tenderness has faded to a tolerable level when just a couple of days ago it was torturous.
I suspect that my HCG levels are dropping. I have no way of knowing if this is true, however, because Dr. K didn’t order blood work for me on Wednesday. I may pee on a stick tonight to see if the lines have lightened at all.
I’m starting to accept what is happening…
If I started to cramp and spot over the weekend, I wouldn’t be surprised in the least.
If, somehow, we get good news on Monday, I will be shocked.
If we get the bad news I expect, I’ll still be devastated, but a small part of me will be saying, “I told you so…”
This is such a shitty place to be.
Just Stop Trying and It Will Happen... 