What have I been up to? Not much. Just sitting here on pins and needles, resisting the urge to scream that it isn't fair that we're still sitting here on pins and needles after everything we've endured over the past 28 months. But then, so much isn't fair. Why should this be any different?
And there's still hope. Thank God, there's still hope. This stomach churning, on-and-off-all-day nausea, and the fatigue that has me dragging myself out of bed three hours later than I normally do just has to mean something good, right?
So when I'm not clinging to the promise of strong physical pregnancy symptoms, I'm trying not to think much about it at all. And desperately trying not to get too attached, or to dream all the dreams I'm dreaming despite myself.
One day at a time. That's the best I can do right now.
So I'll just be sitting here waiting. And eating soda crackers.