I wrote this post on the day I discovered I was pregnant for the third time (approx. Aug 2011). I was so nervous about the positive test result that I made myself sick. I wanted to capture my feelings that day so that I could remember them. Here they are:
Today is day 28. For those who know about menstrual cycles and luteal phases and pregnancy tracking you will know what I mean.
I didn’t get my period today. I was bitchy and short according to my loving husband.
What I got instead is that gross taste in my mouth–the one that tastes like you have dry mouth combined with bad breath. About a week ago I also got heartburn, and it hasn’t let up. I haven’t had heartburn like this since I was pregnant. Ouch! I also woke up in the middle of the night last night, sat straight up in bed and walked to the kitchen for a drink of water and a snack. Odd.
So, this morning, when I still didn’t have any cramps or any period symptoms (discharge, purging of the digestive system, etc.), I took a pregnancy test.
And it was positive. Holy shit.
I am negligent. I have been thinking of blogging. Feeling guilty about it. Writing down topics to discuss and share. Yet, in the last 6 months so much has happened that I want to share. Where do I begin?
I guess the first place to begin is the pregnancy. And then the pregnancy loss. The depression. The weight gain. The recovery. And now the aftermath.
I will start there.