The next week I find myself in my doctor’s office taking another urine pregnancy test. Even though the at home pregnancy test indicated I was pregnant, I’m still finding it hard to believe and want to be sure.
Here we are, an anxious 2 days later. Now they do say the best results from an at home pregnancy test are given when you take one at the time of your missed period. But that could be almost a week away and there is no way I can wait that long! Even though taking pregnancy tests have become somewhat of a sport that has each time left me defeated these last 9 months. And with the possibility of yet another crushing disappointment, curiosity and hope have got the better of me.
Sadly the “conceptionmoon” is over and we’ve just returned to reality. Our holiday was pure bliss, Hubby and I really feel we milked the holiday for all it was worth and left feeling more than satisfied that we stuck to “the plan”. As sad as it was to leave, I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around my Little Guy again.
Now even though I didn’t really write much at all while I was away (on purpose. I had more important things to do 😉 ), I did think there were a couple of small things worth mentioning. Like yesterday morning, when an abrupt wave of nausea came over me. I rushed to Hubby’s side, sat down, then proceeded to fan myself wildly. I slowly pulled myself together and put it down to just being ridiculously hungry. As yuk as it was, I didn’t really give it a second thought and off to breakfast we went. Except at breakfast I started to think about how my boobs had been really sore for the last few days. However, I quickly decided that I probably shouldn’t think too much of it. Yet.