When we were little, the three of us kids used pretend to sleep for "days", to make time go faster, you know because we reasoned that time went fast at night. I remember one summer break we were going to Wet and Wild(a water park)on a weekend, so Monday we piled into one bed, determined to sleep until the weekend. Of course it only lasted a few hours and we couldn't take it anymore, we had to run and play. The weekend came on it's own time and we had a blast at Wet and Wild.
I feel like doing that right now. I desperately want to speed up this pregnancy, at least until I KNOW the baby is okay. I haven't blogged since I announced it, because I am kinda paralyzed. I am fighting with fear almost every minute. Each day that passes I become more hopeful, more attached, yet there is more to lose.
I am going to do my best not to turn my blog into a bunch of paranoid, whining, pregnancy crap. So if I am quiet for a while, you can pretty much count on the fact that I am rocking in a corner poking my boobs, to see if they still hurt.