I don't know WHAT is going on with my breasts lately, but for the past 3 or so days they have been extremely sore and sensitive! They did hurt on and off during the first few of weeks of my pregnancy but I thought I was done with all that now. Apparently not! I don't mind at all, I love feeling any reminder that I'm pregnant. I just think it's weird.
Work has been such exquisite agony lately. I am so not present for it. It's so hard to be there and show the enthusiasm that I am paid to demonstrate when I just don't care about it at all.
If you've been reading my blog for any amount of time, you've probably formed the opinion that I have a touch of OCD when it comes to worrying and obsessing about things. If you've come to this conclusion about me, I'm afraid you're absolutely right. My latest worry: Listeria. I can't stop fretting about that stupid Turkey Sandwich Incident. I know the chances that I contracted listeria are so minimal, but I can't seem to erase the fear from my mind. I am desperately desperate for some sort of reassurance that everything will be OK. I have my regular OB/GYN doctor's appointment coming up in a week (next Tuesday) and I am definitely going to ask Dr. R about it then. And if she is able to reassure me (and I really hope she can), then I think my next question will be about how to control my copious and extensive pregnancy anxieties.
We have wanted this baby for such a long time. SUCH a long time. And now that we're finally here and everything seems to be going well (knock on wood), I find myself desperately afraid that I am going screw things up or that something bad will happen. I know I should be enjoying this special time, and believe me, I really am. I LOVE being pregnant. And I guess that's the root of my fears: That all of this magic will slip through my fingers.
Worry, thy name is Hilary.