I went for my blood test this morning to find out if I am indeed pregnant. I've had no symptoms, which I have to keep reminding myself is okay, because I had no symptoms this early on when I was pregnant with Cub Scout.
I am at work, sitting at my computer, unable to do a thing but stare at my phone. My clinic likely won't call for another couple of hours but knowing this doesn't make the waiting any easier. My stomach is in knots. I feel like vomiting I'm so nervous.
Part of me just wants the answer - whether positive or negative so I can get this horrendous two week wait over with. But a big part of me is terrified of the answer in case it's negative.
Cub Scout brings me so much joy. He was extra adorable and funny this morning as we were getting ready to go to work and take him to daycare. But I look at him and I want so much for him to have someone to play with and laugh with and fight with and grow up with. He has lots of cousins, all within the same range, but that's not the same as having a sibling. I want another baby as much for him as I do for me.
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