I have been trying to post all day and something was wrong and I couldn't get on here. Now I have forgot most of what I wanted to say. Never fear though I still have plenty.
As far as I know there is still a human inside me. I go from feeling elated and happy to, "Oh my gosh! I don't feel pregnant! What if something happened. Eric!"
And then I fall asleep.
My first OB appt was nothing other than confirming pregnancy and I have to wait two more weeks to actually be ready for the real appt, you know the good stuff like how far along and such.
I have no idea how far along I am. I didn't calculate anything last month and I was just trying to get through the holidays. I usually whine on here when Flo stops by and I didn't do that so I actually have no clue.
I am thinking that I am 5 weeks.
I feel great really. I am tired but when I wake up I have a smile on my face and, that my friends, makes all the difference in the world.
We have told our family and some co-workers but are trying to keep things quiet. We all know what can still happen and I try my best not to focus on that, but it is so hard to breathe easy right now.
I love you guys and thank you so much for the congrats. I didn't think Eric and I would get here honestly. I lost faith in my dream and only saw it on the occasions that I would read an encouraging comment or one of the many successes in our blogging community.
I hope that if you stumble upon me that our TTC story can give someone hope.
I hope that 2009 brings even more positive pee sticks and sore boobs!