So, I am four weeks and one day pregnant. No period yesterday as suspected, so, good. Right?
It feels, however, that over the past 36 hours since I discovered the happy news that I have morphed into a paranoid lump of a person who cannot seem to pull away from the internet researching all the possible things that could go wrong with this pregnancy. I worry that it could all go wrong at any moment. The feeling is all-consuming, it's the only thing I can think about. And it's mixed with so much excitement as well. Pair this with the standard pregnancy woes of nausea, fatigue and boobs that feel like punching bags and I'm a hot mess at the moment. How do I keep a lid on all this emotion?
36 weeks and counting...
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