Am I pregnant? It's strange at this early stage. Aside from getting up one hour earlier to potty and needing a nap in the afternoon, I feel the same. Right now the baby is a blob (a bean, one of my friends calls it). It's a tiny nothingness. So it's hard to believe, especially when I don't want to believe.
Yesterday I looked for another pregnancy test (I keep a stockpile), but I'm out and I can't bring myself buy another. When I got pregnant with my third child, Nathan, I demanded a retest at the doctors and the nurse told me, "There's no such thing as a false positive." But I still can't believe I'm pregnant. I'm not huge. I'm not sick (yet). And instead of enjoying that, I wonder if I really am. So I fished my test out of the garbage to look at it again. Maybe some evil pregnancy fairy was playing a joke on me and if I just looked at the test again, I'd discover that indeed I'm not pregnant. But the test hadn't changed. 2 lines. The darker one in the first box showing I'm pregnant.
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