letting the cat out of the bag
Who puts cats in bags anyway? Is that some sort of sick joke? I mean, I’m assuming this is a cloth bag at least, not a plastic garbage bag or something. Though I suppose a cat could slice through a plastic bag pretty easily… but still. Not cool. My husband sometimes tells me that I am like a cat in a bag when I get too warm at night – I think he’s trying to say I thrash around maniacally tearing clothes and covers off of me. It’s not a good feeling, and one I’d never wish to inflict on a hapless feline…
Right. um… where was I? Ah yes. The cat in my bag (side-eye at my own phrasing).
About a week and a half ago I got a BFP. For those not initiated into the TTC club that’s a big fat positive. As in, on a pregnancy test. We started trying at the end of April/beginning of May. I didn’t expect it to happen this quickly. But of course, I’m thrilled that it has.
It’s taken a while for me to get my head around the fact that there will be another child in my life at some point around the end of January next year. I don’t know if it has actually totally sunk in even as I type. Maybe not until I (hopefully) see a wee little heartbeat on a fuzzy ultrasound screen in a week or two. Or maybe not even then. I can’t remember when it all started to feel more real with Gus.
So far symptoms have been minimal. A teensy bit of nausea in the mid-afternoon for the last three days. Freight train exhaustion pretty much all the time no matter how much I sleep. That’s mostly it so far. I’ll be 6 weeks on Friday. I’m sure I’ll start feeling more symptoms around then.
So that’s the news. I am hoping hoping hoping praying and pleading that there is similar news to be shared here very soon. Let’s all keep those thoughts in our brains for the next week, shall we?