Not that sort – hopefully. We’re heading in for the confirmation blood test today.
I mean me. I feel as though I’ve been melting down all weekend. Sure, there are other stressful things afoot (no, it doesn’t bother me at all that my family is arriving five days early – tomorrow…why do you ask?) but the low grade panic I’m constantly feeling isn’t getting better, only tighter and, well, more hysterical.
I have a thousand worries. Is she really pregnant? Is there any reason why she wouldn’t stay pregnant? Am I cooking the right things? When will she get hungrier? Am I starving her? Am I going to be able to be everything for her for nine months? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT ISN’T NINE MONTHS? Did the excessive amount of tequila we drank and sex we had at the beach a month ago somehow damage her yet to be released egg? (See? Hysterical)
I’m headed off to an acupuncturist next week and in the meantime focusing on being a bit more centered. We both need it.