I can't say it out loud.
Not at home.
But I can say it here. Especially when there are so few people that actually visit nowadays.
I am late.
3 days.
No biggie really, right?
Right.
But I am not a generally. Never. Well ... um besides the 4 times I was knocked up, I have been late twice in my nearly 4-0 years.
So, I am freaking out.
Meds.
S.e.r.i.o.u.s. meds.
I am on a ton of them.
Seven, eight. Something like that. Those are the dailies. Not the ones I take when things are really bad.
I go in for a slew of blood work on Thursday (completely unrelated to lateness) and an ultrasound (also unrelated - I guess that is obvious, since I can't say it out loud) ... I think I will just wait it out and let it be discovered if there is anything to be discovered.
The funny thing is - of course - that since I have been so sick, the conjugal visits have been exceedingly minimal the last 6 months ... and I know this one was an early morning adventure snuck in by Mr. Farmer - I'm not even certain that I was fully awake and I know I went back to sleep ... we don't use BC because of my migraines and because we had trouble conceiving when we tried to ...
OK, now that I said it out load, I am certain that I can feel the cramps coming on ... and that the flow will begin at anytime ... and I will be back to delete this post.
Happy Sunday!
FF
Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is to small to be made into a burden.
~Corrie ten Boom, Clippings from My Notebook
Because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, "Abba, Father." Galatians 4:
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2 comments:
I can imagine you would be completely freaked out. Deep breath. Don't worry until you know something (anything!) for sure!! :)
Oh! Now this is interesting. I hope things work out the way you want them to. And since this post is still here, does that mean you found something out?
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