I'm nervous as hell. Tomorrow is the ultrascreen test. I'm so scared there isn't going to be anything in there at all. If there's something wrong with the baby, we can get through it, but what if there's no one in there? Nausea has mostly subsided (although I probably just cursed myself), but I'm still exhausted all the time. I'm also not showing at all. Nothing. My pants still fit. My shirts are fine. I feel odd if I lay on my stomach, but there's nothing there.
JB put these ideas in my head. The other night we were talking and he said he wishes we hadn't told anyone yet because "what if?" Ugh! Don't "what if" me, man!