The night before my next ultrasound, I start to get really panicky about the baby. Like, I can be motoring along fine, and then WHAM! Instant fear. Why don't my boobs hurt as much as they did on Friday? Why haven't I had heartburn today? Where did the nausea go? Etc.
I hate this part of the process. I hate how one minute I can feel like a semi-normal pregnant woman and the next I'm playing out scenarios in my head, like how will I tell people that I've suffered a second miscarriage? Will they make me do it at home again, or can I ask the new OB for a D&C? And then I get mad at myself for being so morbid, which makes everything that much worse.
On the upside, I had a pretty good weekend. I finally finished Phase I of my freelance project (the relief of that was so intense I almost cried when I sent it off to the project manager, no joke) AND we had a great visit with Mini-Hope, too - only two threatened pouting sessions that she reeled back in rather quickly. So there's that.
I have to go into the office after this morning's appointment, so won't have time to update right away. But I promise I'll report back tonight so as not to worry anyone.