This past Monday I found out for sure that I was pregnant. I was pretty sure before that, but I always feel better when somebody with a degree confirms something for me. Right now, according to said degree-holding person, I am approximately six weeks along. That seems like a lot, but who am I to second guess.
It doesn't seem quite real yet. The nausea and weariness all seem real, but none of the rest of it does. We've really only told immediate family so maybe when it becomes a common topic of public conversation and Us Weekly starts following me around, then it will be real. Despite the distinguished paragon of academia that is public school sex ed, I can't quite wrap my head around how this is possible. How a whole other person could be growing inside of me and how something that is smaller than my fingernail could make my body react so violently. Heck, I could swallow a lit cigarette and my body would take it more in stride than it is taking this new little parasite.
But I'll suck it up and try to start believing. As I know my dad would say, it builds character. Hoo baby am I gonna have a lot of character when this is over with.
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