The major thing is that tonight we are going to do the last PIO injection!! I actually don't mind them too much, we have developed a technique that works well for me, but still...it's a major achievement. We never made it to the end of any meds after a positive pregnancy test and this is BIG. Two more weeks and I'll stop all the meds and I'll only be taking normal prenatal vitamins.
In the new spirit of enjoying this pregnancy to the fullest, yesterday I went to buy some clothes. Nothing special and certainly not "look I'm pregnant!" type of clothes, but a few items just a bit more comfortable. In all truth my jeans don't close anymore and I can't find here those elastic bands that would stretch my current clothes a bit further.
Have I jinxed myself? I hope not and I hope Elvis is growing nicely in my belly. I have to stay positive or I'm ruining these time and I know I will regret it, no matter what.
And then this morning after getting up for my second visit to the loo, I fell back asleep and I had the worse nightmare. I had miscarried and the details were so realistic it was shocking. Not everything matched, like I was having twins and still thinking the other one could be ok. Plus it was a mix of settings, between Italy and Ireland. Anyway, I never had any dreams for this pregnancy (remember those that would give me an indication on whether I was pregnant or not?) and I dreamt I was spotting at some point but it didn't happen. When it happened at 8 weeks I had no warning feelings/dreams. So I'm hoping this is just one of those common fears.
Also, you wouldn't believe this, but I never watched Grey's Anatomy and just started a major marathon from the first series and I totally love it! So yesterday, the last episode I watched before going to bed was the one where the quins were born and one dies. Maybe that played a bit of a role...