It's Friday, October 3, 2008. According to three home pregnancy tests (one on Wed., then two on Thursday just because something HAD to be wrong with the Wed. test), I'm pregnant. Like, 7 weeks pregnant. Like, 1/9+ of 'pregnant' happened already and I didn't even know it.
Bitter? God, no.
Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.
Nope. I still don't believe it, though my body gives me little with which to doubt.
Consider that 8 months ago, my uterine biopsy showed hyperplasia w/atypia; that for 10 years, I had no periods w/o synthetic hormones; and that we were told many times no babies were possible without IVF, we're pregnant.
So, as I listen to myself sharing this news with family and friends, I realize two things - thing #1: this is going to get old for them quickly. I'm clearly out-of-control, my observations are sappy, and everything I see/do/feel is passing through my ramped-up, pregnant brain; thing #2 - my observations mean everything to me, and someday, when I can no longer remember the world through the pregnant-woman's eye, when I'm convinced half the stuff I thought I felt didn't really happen, I will have this.
Thus, my blog.
1 comment:
Indeed, it's always, always important to chronicle; because a little time passes and the particulars are forgotten!
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