Well, four weeks ago, I truly doubted the results of my pregnancy test. It was four weeks ago today that I found out my little surprise and nearly doubled over.
That first week, I remember thinking to myself, "hey, I'm more than six weeks along and I'm not even sick...lucky me..."
This also left me wondering, "Did I get a false positive? I don't feel pregnant!"
HA!...If I only knew was I was in for...
I'm sorry to complain, but the past two weeks have been just dreadful. Fatigue is an understatement. I'm miserable and pouty, and I spend more time on the bathroom floor than I care to discuss. I've lost at least ten pounds and can't even keep water down. How am I going to get through this?
Thursday will be ten weeks. I keep reminding myself that I may only have three weeks before I feel better. Just three weeks...
1 comment:
It sounds like a Jastrzemski girl to me. I never asked you whether or not you'll find out this time.
Hope you are able to spend less & less time on the bathroom floor each day.
Hope your in laws will be helpful at Thanksgiving.
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