I remember being sat over 10 weeks ago, waiting to do a pregnancy test for this third little squidge and quickly banging out my thoughts on my phone before I did it. It made me smile reading this back last weekend…
Waiting to do a Pregnancy Test
I’m going crazy. Insane. Truly bonkers.
I’m about three days shy of being able to legitimately do a pregnancy test that I know will give me a reliable answer. I’ve already taken one today, even though I knew it was too early. At least three days too early. I’m debating going and buying a first response but I know they are not accurate for everyone.
Do I wait or do I go and buy one? I’m sure you know the answer to that question.
I’ll be honest I’m scared. Really scared about the outcome. I’m scared I’ll be disappointed if it’s negative. I’m scared I’ll be overwhelmed and anxious if it’s positive.
Another baby. Baby number 3. Am I crazy? Are we crazy? Piglet is still so young. My eldest seems to need me more than ever. What are we potentially doing? They sleep! Both of them! Seriously what am I doing?
We haven’t been that careful whilst on holidays and I knew the risk was there. I’ve not even had my three months folic acid preparation and I was sipping cocktails and cuppas on holiday! I guess even I thought it wouldn’t happen, even with my medical background! Why do I never think it could happen first time? It did with little Piglet!! I sound almost wreckless don’t I?
I know I’m not prepared for this but yet this part of me is really hoping it will come back positive.
That my period will not be appearing in three days time.
The thought of a bump, regardless of all the stuff that comes with it, fills me with complete joy and excitement. Kicks and wriggles, a newborn!
So if you’re reading this, I must be pregnant as I doubt I’ll post this if I’m not. My crazy ramblings. My word vomit. My thoughts at this moment in time.
I’ll look back and smile and I’m sure many of you ladies can relate.