It’s been one week and two days since we found out that we were pregnant.
The initial excitement has worn off, replaced with … well, I’m not quite sure, to be honest. I’ve been focussed for the past 6 months on getting pregnant and imagining how excited I’ll be once we’re pregnant that I guess I’m not quite sure what to do now. It’s completely surreal. The trying phase is over, and now there’s … just this state of being.
There’s the lists (oh, of course there are lists!), and the planning of a documentary photography project (who’s surprised, really?), but I kind of feel like I’m on autopilot. Stunned, perhaps. I’m even almost afraid to start my photo project … because what if this isn’t real? What if it’s some medical quirk and I’m getting my hopes up for nothing, again? Honestly, there’s a big part of me really can’t believe that it’s actually happening.
I’m hoping that the results of the bloodwork that I got done today and my first real visit with a doctor will seal the deal a bit more for me, so to speak. I can’t wait to get excited about this! Right now, I’m just in a daze.
(and I think I need a nap.)