I had a dream last night that I had a miscarriage. It was so real. I didn't want to get outta bed this morning to pee for fear that would be the case. Hopefully not one of those deja vu kind of dreams that comes true, I was also chased down by a cop because I nearly ran over someone when I realized what was happening.
A few random thoughts -
When I look at a pregnancy calendar, should I look at the date according to my due date or what my ultrasound determined was the date? I would be 9 weeks 5 days according to my due date (dr even kept this date after the ultrasound) or 9 weeks 1 day based off the size we saw? I question this because I have been counting down the days till the end of my first trimester and I wanna throw myself a celebratory buy something baby related that day.
If people could see me naked, they would be able to tell I was pregnant now. There is a bump... And not a gas baby bump. Ok, there is that too! I can't wait for the gas baby to go away so the real baby can shine in the pictures.
Speaking of pictures, I can't get ash to take any so I can post them... And the dreaded take picture in mirror is not a keepsake memory to me. I have been trying to get with a photographer in the area, but we can't seem to be by our phones at the same time. I would like to do a series up until after the baby is born, like 6-8 pictures in a row framed of no tummy to big tummy, then the last with a baby on the tummy. I guess I may have to figure somehing out! Argh!
Symptoms: My scatic nerve hates me. That is all. Oh and that gas baby, i have to learn to eat smaller meals as to not distrub the delicate flower that is my digestive system at the moment. No other symptoms, my boobs have even called a truce and although they have stayed porn star large, they don't seem to hurt any more. Looks like I may have missed nausea, yah!
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