Remember last week when I said this stuff? You know about wanting to smell baby heads? Guess what I found out on Monday- I’m pregnant. And scared. Go read this old post– I’m too lazy to rehash everything.
So that told you some things.
Why else am I slightly freaking out? Remember that radiation I had back in February? Well, I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant for six months. It’s only been four.
I took a home test on Saturday because it occurred to me that Aunt Flo was late for her visit. I have never seen two lines appear so damn fast in my life. The Big Guy and I begin to panic. First thing Monday morning I call my gyno. His desk girls are fantastic. I told her the whole story and she said can you come in at ten. Why yes I can.
He confirms I am pregnant. But after spending some time on his computer he can’t find anything about the effects of the radioiodine on the unborn. So now I have an appointment with a maternal fetal specialist aka the high risk doc. I go to see him on July 3. Let’s hope there is good news.
I am five weeks pregnant today. Still way to early for me to be comfortable. I really want this baby. The Big Guy is scared about the possible side effects. Oh yeah, my due date is February 20, 2008 (so far away).
This screwy, jump around post reflects what my brain has been going through the last few days.
All of you praying people out there- get on it, I need all the prayers I can get.