9w today! Baby is the size of a grape and actually starting to look a little more human. I’m hoping that with our next ultrasound we’ll actually be able to see a baby shape as opposed to a cute little blob.
I had kind of a breakdown last night. Tim and I were laying in bed and I started thinking about last time. How I never had any symptoms of a miscarriage and when we went in for our Doppler appointment, there was no sound. We had that appointment at just after 10w last time as well, so I think I’m experiencing some mild PTSD. I’ve been freaking myself out because my nausea seems to be going away and I’m starting to feel pretty normal in general. I wish my appointment was right now, but there isn’t anything I could do one way or the other if I do miscarry again, so I’ve got to stop freaking myself out. I’m still incredibly hormonal and having super vivid dreams, which is why I think I just started crying over this out of nowhere last night. Tim has been so helpful. He just held my hand and kissed me and told me that everything is fine and that if it’s not, we’ll get through it together just like we did last time. I just can’t imagine going through that again… Once is too much for anyone.
We’re starting to slowly tell people at work. Only people I work really closely with and only because my current job is incredibly physically strenuous. I’m so glad that I’ve only got 7 shifts left before I move upstairs. I really want to work up until I go into labor and I know that if I continued to work as a CNA that wouldn’t happen. Baby is due September 25th, so my hope/goal is to go late, early October, and return to work after the New Year. But plans and pregnancy don’t really go well together, haha.
11 days until we hopefully hear the heartbeat. 10 days until I start my new job. 6 shifts left at my current job. Countdowns on countdowns.
My Daddy just showed up! Yay! Toodles!
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