Well, here we are. I had no idea this would happen. So. Fast. Husband thought so (poor guy) but I was like, “it’s going to take us five years! I’m going to need IVF! I’m old! You’re old!” Yet, here we are.
I haven’t gone to the doctor yet. That is happening on June 2, the day one of my dear friends comes to stay with us. I’m plotting a fun way to tell her…
In the meantime, I’m getting blood work done tomorrow and am just breathing, waiting to feel more symptoms…right now I feel more tired, dizzy, more hungry, no nausea but kind of feel like my food is sitting at the bottom of my throat, and overall I feel confused. Pregnancy brain already? Other than sore boobies and the occasional cramp (embryo implantation, I’ve been told), no discomfort. But I am only about 3 minutes pregnant.
Still, I’m pregnant!
We’re going to Bandera to celebrate and yes, I will be getting dessert.