First and most importantly:
Bernadette is home. I cried when I read this post. I am thrilled for her. What a trooper she was through her whole Indian adventure.
http://www.rastalesstraveled.com/
Secondly:
After being falsely diagnosed with a somewhat horrible disease, I have found out that that diagnosis was wrong and that I will not be:
1. Dying of liver cancer.
2. Sick as a dog for weeks.
3. A danger to the baby I am carrying.
Can we get a thank heavens on that one?
This has honestly been the most stressful, worry filled pregnancy I have ever had. Sick and tired of worrying. I will have no trouble or issues hanging up the uterus after this adventure because frankly I am DONE being pregnant. This is majorly sucking and I hate to say that because this is the guys' dream but the all day, every day sickness, the fatigue, the "oh by the way you have a horrible disease" misdiagnosis, the bleeding, the three transfers to get to here. Stick a fork in me. The uterus is singing.
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