June 2, 2014
It’s been a few days since “the tests” and other than my brain I feel no different. I’m actually beginning to doubt that I’m even pregnant. Part of me wonders if I’ll show up to the appointment on Wednesday and have a negative test and everyone will whisper about ‘that girl’ who thought she was pregnant. Yes, I did have three positive tests. And don’t laugh that I took three…okay, four…tests. I had only planned on taking one but two came in the box and I wasn’t going to let it just sit in my cabinet for years so I took it…but it was negative (although it did have a hint of a second line). So I hightailed it back to the store and bought another box (both of which were positive).
But, I physically feel no different. I’ve even gone and looked at the tests (which I saved for this exact purpose) just to remind me that I did not dream up positive tests.
Now, I have read that morning sickness doesn’t usually start until about the sixth week and I’m thinking I’m only around the fourth. But I am constantly praying that I will have some miracle pregnancy that completely leaves out the morning sickness aspect altogether.
But, until the doctor confirms my suspecions on Wednesday, I am still teetering on the edge or excitement and apprehensivness.