Is it 3:30 yet? I am leaving work at 3:30 to go pick up T at the car dealership where he is getting some work done on his car, then we are going to the Fertility God's office.
Could time possibly pass any slower, even on a busy work day?
The embryo is now a fetus as I am 8 weeks today. Still feels like a dream. I do not feel pregnant. (No, I am not asking for morning sickness. I am not yet willing to claim that I have dodged that bullet.) I feel sort of not-myself, but I think it is more mental than physical and I have never been one to trust my own mind. I have suffered far too many psychosomatic "symptoms" over the years to do that.
Is it wrong that every time I get up from my office chair I look back just to make sure it isn't covered in blood? It just doesn't seem normal. Worry I understand, would even expect, but I am not sitting here on a daily basis biting my nails wondering if Light Blue has stopped growing. I just keep looking for the blood bath to surprise me out of nowhere.
Is it 3:30 yet?
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Hoping that today's visit goes smoothly - and HOORAY for getting the car back!
Last night I was quilting a block that was covered in all shades of blue and thought of you two.
wow, that's nuts! NOT!!
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