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!
What if?
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Breath. Nothing is wrong. You are going to have a glorious screen tomorrow!!
And...what if it was? You keep breathing.
But nothing is wrong.
I understand completely the focus on "what if's." I suspect the thoughts never stop, really... I envision you a year from now wondering "what if" your infant is sleeping too much? A blink later and you'll be worrying about the first day of school. With IF, our "what if's" begin a little earlier than with fertiles. Like Heidi said, you keep breathing. What is, is. My thoughts are with you!
How did it go?
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