6 weeks today.
Not counting Maddie, I’ve never made it this far. I’ve been counting down the days until I could say I’m six weeks, and now that it’s here, I kind of can’t believe it. I found out I was pregnant before I was even 4 weeks, and now two weeks have passed without incident. No spotting, no bleeding, great betas. Could it really be that I’ll be a mom again in December? I’m still afraid to be excited.
My ultrasound is coming up on Tuesday, and I’m torn between being crazily excited and being completely terrified. What if we go in and there’s nothing there? What if there’s no heartbeat? What if, what if, what if.
Will this ever get easier?