...until my maternal and fetal medicine appointment and ultrasound.
I am glad I called. But man alive, that seems like a long way away.
Who knew that this whole process would all be marked by a series of two week waits. Feels more than a little ironic.
I'm still feeling fragile and blue-ish and still trying really hard not to examine it as if it were of marked importance-- trying to recognize it most likely is just that this crazy exhaustion and hormones and all the attendant stress are having their way with me.