I have spent sleepless hours the last couple of nights wondering if I should test early. Dave says no. Everytime I pick up my bulk pack of EPTs, I decide against it. The reason is: I can't handle a negative. So, I live each test-free day able to believe that I'm pregnant. It's a glorious feeling. In my rational head, I know I should test before I get the call from the doctor tomorrow. I should prepare myself for the worst. I haven't been doing a good job of that. There is just too much on the line for us to lose. So, here I sit, so-sure-I'm-pregnant......waiting for the other shoe to drop. And worst of all, I will be on a field trip with Kindergarten that day. I will be afraid to answer the phone, but I won't be able to not take it either! If it's negative, I just need to get through the day so I can come home to cry out 3 months of shots and surgery and dreams.
If it's positive.....whew......that comes with a whole new set of worries.
Bloodtest Thursday at 8am.....
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