Good Day

Today was a good day. Yesterday was also a good day. Friday was perhaps the best day of all because I felt very un-pregnant, took a test to make sure and surprise surprise, it was positive. These are from the last three days:

 

Currently, I am pregnant.

So far, things are as good as I can hope for this early. There has been no spotting at all, which makes me want to flail on my knees and thank a god I don't believe in. Last time I was pregnant, I was already spotting at this point, so let's keep up the hope that that spotting just feels completely unwelcome this time around and doesn't dare to show her red face. 

Other than that, I have felt dizzy, queasy on and off, and crampy for the last few days. Ta-ta's are still winning in the size and sensitivity categories, and my back has taken a close second to my breasts in the pain division. Cautious optimism is my moto at this particular point. I get my first beta on Wednesday and the second on Friday. There's something different this time, too. Maybe it's just the lack of spotting, but I feel like things are going to be okay, somehow. For right now, I am pregnant. I am thrilled, surprised, and taken aback at how blessed Chefy and I have been, miscarriage and all.