Written September 24. 5 weeks.
I’m neurotic. I mean. Completely cray.
Also, this post might get a little uncomfortable because of womanly things so… fair warning.
After getting the glorious double pink lines on Sunday’s test, and then again on Tuesday’s test that I took to make sure I wasn’t insane on Sunday… Obviously I had to be more sure because Tuesday and Wednesday I started feeling… shitty.
Did you know that women often mistake symptoms of early pregnancy for PMS? Yeah, the internet taught me that.
I am one of the super lucky women on earth that gets horrible cramping, off-the-wall emotional and just downright miserable the first few days before and first few days of my period. Midol is my BFF4L. I also really enjoy sweatpants and hoodies, and I could eat, well, anything. I can’t forget to mention that I can hardly get out of bed in the morning, and am drag-ging throughout the day. I want to sleep. all. the. time. Seriously, it’s a really fun time.
I already warned you that this might get uncomfortable.
Tuesday and Wednesday I was feeling all of my symptoms. Including one of my coworkers saying “Hey, are you feeling alright? You have been looking really tired.”
I blamed it on needing a new pillow. Not the fact that my body is like, “Holy shit! We have to get ready to incubate this little human!”
And then I was like OMGEEEEEE why the HECK am I PMSing?? I took TWO pregnancy tests!
So obviously on Thursday morning I took a third.
Spoiler: it was positive again.
My bathroom counter currently looks like this:
Because you know… I have to have a constant reminder that this is actually happening, and I’m not dreaming.
