My mind seems to be running away with itself this morning. I don't know how many miscarriage stories I can read on my birth month board before becoming really unsure. I want my ultrasound next week, so I can see my little jelly bean. I don't want to worry my entire pregnancy. I want to remember that I am pregnant, happy and healthy. (Well attempting to be healthy). I'm home sick today, and thankfully did not have to sub. As an extra precaution I went ahead and called out of my after care job. I need to give myself a full day of rest. So here I am, putting a permanent mark on the couch for the day. I have a Tebow snuggled up next to me. I can tell winter is coming because he is carrying tons of static electricity.
We got tons of trick or treaters last night. It's not as much as I thought there would be, and we have tons of candy left over. I will have to refrain from going to the candy bowl. We tell Matt's mom tomorrow. I've been wishing and praying for Friday and Saturday to hurry up. And here we are, they're just about here. I'm nervous about telling his mom. I'm sure she'll be really happy. I just don't want her to be giving lots of opinions from down south.
I've also started wondering if I'm gaining too much weight. I know that I am, but its hard being constantly hungry. I can't take any appetite suppressants now. (DUH). But I didn't think it would be this hard. I feel like I'm fighting with myself, because I don't know if it's being pregnant. Or if it's the fat person in me. Hell, the fat girl that's showing her true self right now. Anyway, off that tangent. I'm just ready to get rid of this stupid cold. I really need a flu shot, but I can't get it until 2nd tri. 5-6 more weeks and I can hopefully get some relief from all the kiddie germs. Until then, I'll continue to feel miserable.
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