Today is day 3 of me knowing. According to the different predictors, I'm 4 weeks and 5 days and due Feb. 12. And I'm scared.
Now hear me out, I'm beyond excited! And so is my boyfriend. The problem lies in the fact that it is still sooooo early and there are so many things that could go wrong. That's what makes me nervous. I don't know how I would take a miscarriage at this point. We've been sort of trying for a long time. (Somewhere around a year or so) I don't even want to think about that anymore. I've been thinking about it all day long and it's just stressing me out and making me sad.
Moving on. So I found out on 6/7/16 right after work when I finally convinced myself that 3 days of a missed period was plenty long enough to take a test. I took one as soon as I got home telling myself, "You can't be pregnant. You always get yourself worked up and then you start your period the next day." Yeah well, I looked down at that stick with two bright lines and nearly stopped breathing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! And it was so quick. I knew because I'd set a timer for the whole whopping one minute I was supposed to wait. Ha! Less than thirty seconds later I had my answer. I paced around the house rapidly and picked up my phone and set it back down at least a dozen times before I finally called Cory.
There was no panic there. He said something along the lines of, "That's awesome, honey. Finally. I was really starting to think there was something wrong. I'm really happy." I paraphrased but that was about the gist of it. Much more calm and rational than I was being.
Maybe it'll just take a few days to really sink in.
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