I've moved!

Well, I have officially moved out of the state of Tennessee and into the state of SHOCK!!

According to the ultrasound that I had on Tuesday morning, I am fourteen weeks pregnant. This is after thinking TWICE during this pregnancy that I was going to miscarry. Once was a "self-assessment" thing, when all my "symptoms" disappeared. Then, after eleven weeks and no miscarriage, I went to the doctor, which showed that the pregnancy hormone (hcg) was dropping: a sure sign of miscarriage.... or it would be in the FIRST ten weeks. But it is SUPPOSED to taper off at about the eleventh week.... The doctor just didn't believe me when I told him when my last period had been. And you know, that bugs me. I track my cycle anyway, but - honestly - don't doctors think a woman can recognize whether or not she's BLEEDING??? Well, whatever.

I hope that I am not offending any well-wishers by my subdued response to their enthusiasm, on hearing news of the pregnancy. I have had too many times of getting excited about being pregnant, only to be let down by miscarriage. It will take a while for my brain to really accept that this one might REALLY take, really. Jitter, jitter.

So, if I seem a litttle more dazed and confused than normal (which will be a difficult distinction, I realize), now you know why. And if I don't, well... um. What was I saying? :^)