A better day

Well, I'm proud of myself today. I finally broke down and told someone I was pregnant. I determined that I needed to treat myself like a patient, therefore I needed to get an ultrasound. I arranged with a friend to have it done on Sunday. This is primarily because I have gone through every nightmare scenario, including a ruptured ectopic pregnancy with a hysterectomy and my demise. I think two things finally threw me over the edge:

1) A 35 year old came in newly pregnant the other day (last pregnant 17 years ago) after having a positive pregnancy test, and discovered she was having twins

AND

2) The gory tale of a woman with a fetal demise who had an emergency cesarean section 5 weeks ago who went into DIC and then had 3 more exploratory laparotomies and now has had an arm amputation and is going to lose both of her legs.

I decided that maybe I needed to break down and get some sort of prenatal care. At the most I'm 6 weeks pregnant, so this is probably a good plan.

Fortunately things at work today are better. I like Thursdays -- minimal contact with the office so my sanity is much improved on these days.

Currently I'm at home; no one else is here and it is very peaceful. I like these moments. I seem to get very few of them.

Journey on-

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