Ok. I'm back.
And again, I say. I refuse to give up on my little Poppy.
Hey, we've made it this far! 10 weeks today! In my crazy-girl mind, I thought if I could just make it this long, I'd be fine. So I'm going to stick with that.
Everything is going to be fine. Besides, what is stressing about it getting me? A lot of sleepless nights and stress I just don't need to deal with. I'm sad and nothing has happened. Well now, if that's not silly, I just don't know what is. And it's not like I'm the only woman ever to have a tough pregnancy. So I'm telling myself to put on my big girl panties and deal with it.
Anyway, just thought I'd share.
Oh, and in other news, in 24 hours the HG and I will be homeowners! Whoo hooo!!!!
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I can't imagine how stressful and tiring and upsetting all of this is. Your flying metaphor was great (I hate to fly, too, BTW). I just have everything crossed that the spotting stops and you are able to relax a bit. Hang in there!!
Oh, my friend, your pregnancy is starting out like mine did, down to the "Hi, boss, I'm PG and I'm going to the doctor rightfreakingnowbye." Such awful things went through my head for those weeks, including self-hatred for not being strong/grateful/womany enough to not be scared to death about what was going on and wanting to demand that some higher power show me exactly how this would end.
I feel you. I'm thinking about you and I check on you regularly. Take care of yourself and feel free to not enjoy every aspect of being pregnant.
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