Today has been my first full week back at work since vacation, and the BFP. It has officially been THE LONGEST WEEK EVER.

Yesterday I won the award for “most fatigued woman in the office” so I rewarded myself by leaving work early, going home and sleeping for 90 minutes. It was fabulous.

Today I have been blessed with AF-like cramps that I am not trying to think about. I’m running to the lady-toilet every 20 minutes making sure nothing is going wrong. I can’t wait until I don’t have to feel this worry all of the time. (Although I’m sure I will continue to worry always.)

This weekend, it’s supposed to be around 50 degrees. People will be wearing shorts and acting a fool because of it. I am SO opening up windows in our house to air that shit out. I am also going to attempt to drag the hubs to BRU just to peruse. We’ll see if that happens. I’m sure I’ll get a “it’s way too early to go there” speech from him. We’ll see. I might spark the waterworks to get my way – should my hormones cooperate.

In a mere 48 hours, I’ve gone from nearly shitting my pants to no movement AT ALL. Thanks pregnancy! I’ve only ever suffered from the big “C” once. It was not pretty.

In non poop news…I made an appointment at the clinic that utilizes the hospital we want to go to. I feel bad not seeing the NP I’ve been seeing for YEARS for my first appointment, but it seems like I should start out at the clinic right off the bat. Oh well.

This new clinic has the choice of seeing a set of doctors or midwives. GREAT. Another decision. I had always assumed doctor, but now I don’t know. Le sigh.

Also – I’m pretty much going INSANE not telling anyone about the babe. I REALLY REALLY want to wait, but not telling is almost killing me. I’m going to have another chat with the hubs tonight and see what he thinks. I’m tired of lying and having this great news and not being able to share it with anyone!!