I still cannot believe that I’m pregnant. It just hasn’t really sunk in yet. I’m so paranoid that it might not be real that I actually did my last pregnancy test this morning.
Still positive. Very, very positive.
It’s funny, because I never thought that I would be a mother of three. I think it’s because both of my pregnancies were so hard-won, and I had this unspoken agreement with God that if He would just give me two children, I would not be greedy and ask for more. My husband and I talked about this over the weekend, and we agreed that neither of us ever really believed that this last FET would actually work. We hoped it would, but it seemed impossible. Of course, nothing is impossible with God.
So far, I’ve had very few pregnancy symptoms, aside from peeing all the time and tossing and turning and thrashing around all night long. I’ve had a few isolated bouts of nausea, but nothing serious. Of course it’s still very early, but at this point in my last pregnancy, I was already throwing up all the time. I had morning sickness for a full 5 months, except I always got it at night. I seem to do everything backwards.
I found an IVF due date calculator, and it looks like the baby will be born on or around January 30th. I’m 4 weeks and 2 days along.
Huh. I just can’t even wrap my head around all of this. I feel like at any minute, someone will pinch me, and I’ll wake up and realize that it was all a dream.[print-me/]