So, yeah, this happened. And there I was on Twitter not long ago, going on about only wanting one child and that I was done.
I started feeling pukey and kind of off but thought the stress of our move was a big part of it. Then I peed on a stick. Positive. I peed on another stick. Positive. Wow.
I’ll be honest. Because of the awful experience I had with the doctors throughout my pregnancy and delivery of the hummingbird, I’m scared and full of anxiety about possibly going through that again. But I think it’s doubtful and I need to keep good thoughts. Another great thing about moving to Maine is we’re not required to see military doctors! Halle-fucking-lujah!!
I was going to save this news, especially since I’m early in the pregnancy (and because of the miscarriage I had a few years ago just a few days after announcing I was pregnant) but this isn’t something I could keep to myself for the next few months.
I’m feeling really overwhelmed with everything going on but giddy at the same time. I really want this baby so bad, even though I kept on telling myself that one is plenty.
Now run for cover before my crazy ass pregnancy hormones kick in!