That is the word I've been saying most often this week.
Please let this be our take home baby. Please let this baby grow and come home with us. Please, Universe, don't take this away.
Because I got a BFP on Tuesday at 11dpo. And Wed, and Thursday... and so on. I'm so terrified that its not real, or its going to end, that I keep POAS to give myself false reassurance. I called the doc to get an appointment, hoping that he'd see me sooner given our history, but he is still waiting until 8 weeks to see me. Thats four weeks away. :( Am I going to POAS every day until then? I'd go broke.
December 4th. That's our due date. I'm crossing every finger and limb I have.
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