Yesterday morning I was convinced I was pregnant. Yesterday afternoon I was convinced I was not and was feeling quite panicky about it. Last night I didn’t think one way or the other, but didn’t feel good. The cough was going away and now it seems to be coming back and for awhile there I wanted AF to arrive ASAP so I could call my family doctor and get some better drugs. Today I am just kind of “eh”. I’m trying to come up with something to do whatever day I find out I’m not PG. I think we’re going to go to Golden Corral that day. I’ve been wanting to go – I love all of those food options – but Jason isn’t a huge fan. So on the day I find out I’m not pregnant (can you tell how optimistic I am here?) we get to go eat there. I’m strange, I know.
PS - Thank you for all of the fun "symptom" emails!
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