I can't be the only one. Not by a long shot.
Today is 11w6d, which is an interesting anniversary of sorts. With Smudge, at 11w6d, I started bleeding. I'll never forget shaking like a leaf, calling Smudge's Dad and then my nurse. Then my emergency u/s where I could breathe when I still saw her heart beating.
Sub-chorionic hematoma AKA the scariest day of my life. The day I thought I was losing her, just like I lost her twin.
And today, in the face of my newly surfaced pregnancy nightmares, I'll spend the day waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Tomorrow is my NT scan. Between my age, my egg quality, my nightmares, my teething toddler and my lack of sleep, I just need it to get here already.
