Week 7: Anxiety rules supreme

Day 43.

We’re now at 6 weeks, and I’m getting a little tired of my own constant monitoring of my own symptoms. It’s out of control. For example:

Yesterday, I was really sick in the morning.

Today?

I’m just fine. You’d think I’d be happy, but no, I’m vaguely worried. Not actively worried, but the passively annoying droning in the back of my head which tries to prepare me for something going wrong is going to drive me nuts.

Honestly, this wait for confirmation is killing me, and so not having a symptom the next day when I had it the day before is much scarier than it should be. I keep thinking about all of those warnings the books give you, like “call your doctor immediately if your symptoms disappear!”, even though it’s not like I’m asymptomatic. I still wake up at what is for me the crack of dawn, and there are any number of other physical unpleasantries, but still, it’s not much.

Anyone who is tempted to write something evil like, “Get it together woman… what do you think is going to happen when the kid is finally out?”, can bite me. I know I’m overly anxious, and writing about it helps me deal with it. So… (this is the best approximation WordPress has for the face I’d like to make at this).

So anyhow, welcome to week 7.