So, the obsessive checking for early pregnancy signs begins. Even though it's pointless. You can't stop me from going nuts checking and then having my hopes dashed as usual.
I had a dream last night that my best friend, who is TTC with her husband, was pregnant and I was jealous as hell. Then I dreamed that I went to Dr. Quick's during the TWW... in my dream I always did that, even though in reality I don't... and he did a different test than he usually did and that made me hopeful I might be pregnant.
I told Lo about my dream and she and I decided it just means I'm thinking about whether or not I'm pregnant even when I sleep. Oh the joy, to have a truly 24/7 obsession!
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Yesterday was my mother's birthday. She would have been 57 years old. Happy birthday, Mommy.
That is me probably shortly after my birth. Yes, I had lots of black hair at birth. I looked like Bert from Sesame Street after I was born because it was kind of sticking up, too.
And yes, my mom is feeding me formula in that pic. That was in the days when most doctors preached that formula was better than breastmilk. No one may pick on my poor dead mother for following the conventional wisdom of her day, or else!
I love you, Mommy. Happy birthday.