I felt miserable.
I knew that I was pregnant, that much was obvious from the morning sickness and the oversensitive nipples. I knew that I was pregnant but that didn't make it easier for me to cope with. On top of everything, I hadn't told Jason yet because I wanted to be sure nothing would go wrong before I got his hopes up.
With four kids, this man still wanted more babies as if giving birth was a walk in the park.
News flash, it wasn't.
Given the length of my morning sickness and the last time we'd had sex, I speculated that I was about two months along, maybe a little bit more, but I'd need to consult my doctor to be sure of the exact time I was on.
My ultrasound appointment was this week and I couldn't wait for the day to be here already.
"Calm down, you're making me nervous."
