I haven't blogged for a long time but I think this warrants an entry. (Yes, not even my marriage broke the hiatus - so if you've somehow been following my posts - Surprise! I'm married. Today you're in for 2-for-1 news!)
A little context is in order, I suppose. So, about 11 days ago, I ovulated. And today it seems that I'm producing enough HCG to register a positive on a home pregnancy kit.
I'm excited. Half scared also because I, unlike most normal, not-insane women, did not wait to test AFTER my missed period, which is about 3 days away (wow you really hit the mother lode of personal information today, didn't you?) So here I am, early for being late. I took 4 pregnancy tests today, and they all unambiguously advertise the presence of a ball of cells embedded in my uterus.
I hope it sticks, but at this juncture, chance of miscarriage is as high as 30%. And I think about the fact that if I hadn't tested early, I wouldn't have known if it had just turned out to be a chemical pregnancy and sloughed out of my body together with the rest of my uterine lining.
I mean, I'm still having all the same PMSy symptoms I have when I'm not (at least that I know of) pregnant.
Ah well. I didn't write this to be philosophical. I wrote this to be a record of the past for my future self. And also because I had to tell someone, but not officially, you know?
So here's to Little Tang, our embryo (post-implanted blastocyst). May you survive your mother's neuroticism, live long and divide further.
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