I’m feeling something today.

Sort of a sickish-saliva-sitting-on-the-back-of-my-tongue, stomach-knotted-up-in-a-ball type of sickish.   It’s oddly comforting.  The feeling actually started yesterday under not-good-at-all circumstances.   Let me explain, my fertility clinic happens to have its own message board where ladies cycling at the same time can chat it up and help each other out.  Pretty cool, since I’ve gotten a chance to meet a few of them if our appointments happened to be around the same time.  We’ve had really great success, we August IVF ladies.  I think I counted 11 bfps compared to just 3 bfns for those posting regularly.  But yesterday, one of the ladies on the bfp side posted that her u/s did not go well, that they believed the baby had stopped growing and she was going to lose it.

I’m so very, very sad for her.  And frankly, scared beyond belief for myself.  Hence, the beginning of a knotted stomach.

So I thought that the stomach issue was just the physical realization of my anxiety.  Honestly, I’m TRYING to be positive and think positive healthy-baby-type thoughts.  I’m praying to God for him to keep my baby healthy and keep me safe.

But that little nagging fear just roots further in the back of my brain like a tiny tumor.  And it makes me do bad things, like look up ‘miscarriage statistics’ on the internet.  And like dreading the thought that, although NONE of my regular pants fit (thank you dexamethosone, my steroid I’ve been on since July, and post retrieval bloating) I’m terrified, TERRIFIED to buy myself a pair of maternity pants.

Most of you know I’m a therapist.

I would ask my clients a few questions if they were paralyzed with fear and anxiety.

  1. What is your biggest fear?  Losing this pregnancy.
  2. Is it likely to happen?   I don’t know, I guess not.  Dr. Nice says less than a 3% chance.
  3. Have you done everything in your own power to help the situation?   Pretty sure.
  4. What are you gaining by continuing to worry about it?   Ulcers, maybe?

Waiting.  Breathing.  Praying.

Deep breath in through the nose,

out through the mouth.

In through the nose,

out through the mouth.

Um, still nervous.

Dang, I must be a sucky therapist.

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OK I AM going to challenge the ‘jinx’ aspect here and go buy at least one pair of fitting maternity capris.

May lightening strike me down.