I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. Though I am extremely appreciative to be here it still is this weird limbo place. I'm starting to believe the fact that I'm going to have a baby. I'm starting to get excited. But when I get excited I get nervous.
Yesterday was a great example of that. I had hit 8 weeks. A day I've been waiting for. I know I'm still not out of the woods, but pre-pregnancy I always saw 8 weeks as this mystical place. Your ultrasound shows something that kind of looks like a baby. Your m/c rate goes down to a small percentage. It was a safe(r) zone.
Well I woke up at 8 weeks with an intense case of food poisoning. Vomiting. Diarrhea. I was weak, tired, covered in sweat. And of course I assumed I hurt/killed my nugget. Horrible day.
Today we went in for an ultrasound and Nugget looked great. Giant compared to last week. Heart beating away. The doctor said everything looked perfect and we should be excited.
So at this moment I'm going to do just that...be excited....maybe.