Monday morning I had written up a post. I was excited to get it out, but I wanted it to be right. So I set it aside until later in the day when I’d have more time. It was my ‘coming out of the closet’ post. You get to meet me! You can find that post here.
The day progressed on and I didn’t get the time to finish up. What I did get the time for, is this:
That is when I hollered for J, hyperventilated, cried, we hugged, I cried, called a dear dear friend, cried (catching on to the theme here??) – wash, rinse, repeat.
Needless to say we were (still are!) stunned. I am getting a blood draw after work today (will this day never end??), so we are still, and will be for awhile I’m sure, in the ‘cautiously optimistic’ phase.
I’m sorry to drop this bomb and run, but I will leave you with a few thoughts in bullet form (complete sentences aren’t really on my plate today).
I cannot tell if my ‘yuckiness’ is Metformin, nerves, or baby (AHHH!) related
This is an excellent conundrum
My friends are amazing. To have that close circle to confide in yesterday was something I will never forget in my life. To have people understand the complex emotions that goes into that moment. Priceless.
I’ve been living the past 10ish (waking) hours as a completely surely out-of-body experience
We have not told our families, we're waiting for the blood test to confirm. That means you kids are LUCKY!
We won't start telling the general population until about 12 weeks. We'll see.
I honestly wasn’t sure this would ever happen
I’m deliriously, albeit cautiously, overjoyed
We are living one moment at a time.
For this moment, I’m pregnant.
Thank you in advance for your positive thoughts and prayers. I understand the conflicting sting this brings and I want you to know I appreciate your prayers and love. Love and hugs to each of you.