The last few days have been odd. I’ve been hit with nausea, listlessness, other issues. At first, we thought, Oy… stomach… flu.
As the days progressed we wondered…. Could it be? Was I possibly?
We looked at the calendar. Counted back the days. Holy. Crap. I just MIGHT be.
I didn’t allow myself to dwell on it… well, not TOO much.
Another couple of days passed and the nausea was less… but still there. So were the other issues. I began to hope a little more. My friends that I had blabbed my suspicions to began to get more excited about the prospect as well. As did J.
Then, the BIG realization that Aunt Flow had missed her monthly visit. I was a week late. That is TRULY when I started to believe. I could be pregnant. I got excited. We bought a test. I took it this morning.
Negative.
I cried for 4 hours this morning. I cried a little more this afternoon.
It’s amazing how much you want something… yet don’t realize the depth of the want and need until it’s … gone.
The thing is, I know I’m ready now. Not physically. I have more weight to lose. I have to get in better shape. However, in my heart, I’m ready to love another child.
See, for a long time I worried. I loved Shecky so fiercely, so much, that I worried that I wouldn’t be ABLE to love another child the same. I can. That’s a huge change for me.
Now I just have to get my body ready again!
So… I’ve been eating like crap lately. I admit it. Cheese… LOTS of cheese. Bread… OMG the Bread! Cookies, Apple Cake, Ice Cream… (That was just this weekend!!!!)