It’s hard to believe that just over a week ago, I didn’t know I was pregnant. Now, there’s no way I could mistake it.
I’m so terrified that something is going to go wrong. Every pregnancy symptom, from exhaustion to that “I feel like I’m going to throw up, but it just won’t come” feeling, are welcome, no matter how bad they are. They remind me that I actually am pregnant.
It still doesn’t feel real that I’m actually going to have a baby in February of next year. It is the most abstract idea that I’ve ever experienced. I can’t even begin to imagine it.