So. We made it.
But apparently hitting this date is playing on both our minds.
I’m totally paranoid every time I go to the toilet and am desperate to take another test just to prove baby is hanging on. I’m going to hold out until Saturday with a digi. So worried it’s going to say ‘not pregnant’ which is how I found out that we had lost our first baby.
Hubby also woke up super quick this morning asking if I was OK – for some reason it was in his head that I was curled over (and he thought I was in pain and losing baby), when all I was doing was fussing our kitty.
I’ll be glad when we can go to an early scan. I think if I hear a heartbeat I will relax a little more.