Until my first ultrasound. I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight. I just want everything to be perfect at that appointment tomorrow. Ok, I want a perfect heartbeat, and a healthy baby in November. That’s all I want.
I have high blood pressure, and worrying about it is only going to make it worse. I’ve been on meds for a little over a week now, though, so hopefully they’re helping.
Other than that, I got nothing. Hopeful, anxious, excited, nervous. Yup. That’s about it.
10:30 tomorrow morning, hopefully I’ll finally get some good news, and be able to breathe a little easier.