Tomorrow I will be 6 weeks. The anxiety isn't getting any better, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's out of my control. That's where I struggle the most. I'll feel better in a few weeks once I actually start LOOKING pregnant instead of just fat!
We told Jeff's family yesterday. They seemed excited, which is good. It's funny how you feel like you have to justify a pregnancy. It shouldn't be that way. I am excited, planned or not planned. I love this little life.
The boys in the house think the baby is a boy.
The girls in the house think it's a girl.
I hope it's a girl, but will be happy with either, but I'd be really happy with a girl. It would balance things out.
I'm still feeling okay, not too much morning sickness. I'm hoping that's good, but being as paranoid as I am I'm worried it's a bad sign. Silly me.
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