i called the clinic… they said: Congratulations, you’re pregnant!
I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t process the news. My eyes filled up with tears, I started laughing uncontrollably. She was saying something, asking something – I could take in a single word.
Oh. The progesterone. I have only 5 pills left.
She told me to take only one in the evenings instead of two and come back on Monday for more progesterone – and for the blood test.
I called my hubby, sobbing and laughing, telling him the news. His only response was neurotic uncontrollable laughter for a few minutes. Then we hectically talked about. Discussed who we’re gonna tell right away.
We both cannot process what just happened. We do not understand.
And now I am scared as hell – there are still so many things that can go wrong – the ectopics, the miscarriages, the disappearing heartbeats…
And I spent an hour today cleaning the bathrooms, enhaling the chemicals. Surely this is NOT good for the baby? And I was running up and down, tugging boxes with winter shoes and clothes to the closets upstairs, dragging summer shoes downstairs. Surely all that heavy lifting is NOT good for the baby (I have over a dozen of summer shoes)?
I am scared.
Baby… really? REALLY? a baby???? Pinch me… Tell me everything’ll be all right…