On my mind these days

I went to Chicago for my friend Kathryn’s bachelorette party this past long weekend (long weekend in Canada that is). It was so much fun, I haven’t laughed or played or ate that well in weeks- a great way to celebrate finishing my final practicum for the ol’ masters program (I still have to do my capstone, man why won’t this thing finish itself already!!!).

I took a pregnancy test on the friday before I left, just in case it might say something I should know, but I had no plans to have any delicious sushi, soft ripened cheeses, deli meats or other scrumptious foods while I was away- just in case. The test was negative, but I just *knew* it shouldn’t be… *sigh*

After peeing hourly for an entire weekend, nausea and thirst- I was convinced I had emerging diabetes, complicated by nausea and hunger which seemed to vie for my attention all day long.

I came home happy and tired from the trip, excited to wake up the next day and settle into our new place still out west but a few provinces east of where we lived since 2006.

And I got what I was hoping for- two pink lines on a little pee stick.

Today I’m 5 weeks 3 days… and hoping, cradling, wishing on baby dust that this one sticks.

I’m in healthcare, you’d think I’d be a bit more clinical about all of this- but all I can think is, our baby is the size of an appleseed, but its heart is already beating (albeit as it develops proper chambers, but still) and the mother bear urge to keep it growing and nurtured is strong.

Please stay, little one. I can’t wait to meet you, and I don’t want to have to break the bad news to your daddy another time.

~FGirl