This week was relatively without incident. I haven’t seen spotting in a week, though I expect it tomorrow, since Graham and I had sex today. I’ve read many places that it’s not uncommon at all to have some bleeding after sex.
We still have a week to go before the first doctor’s appointment. It doesn’t seem so far away now, though I still am waiting for it to hurry up and get here. Half of me thinks there’s something terribly wrong that will come up during the appointment. Half of me thinks that everything is perfectly fine. I won’t know for another 9 days. And even if everything is fine then there’s the screenings. And then tons of other things between now and delivery.
Oh well, I suspect that the rest of my life will be spent worrying about this kid.
I had a disappointment at work this week. I suppose it could be a mixed blessing, but it was personally upsetting. I’ll get over it. I always do. But it was something that made me question my self-worth, which always sucks.