So, don't ask when I'm due, I won't know until I get myself to a doctor (and, no, I am not registered with one yet...I don't really like them...doctors, that is...but, I suppose, it can't be helped). I have suspected for about a week that I might be, so I finally broke the news to Jamie and he bought me a pregnancy test, which I took when we got home from work. Sure enough...it did its thing, and...well...you know. This is definitely not an ideal time for this to happen, but Jamie is being wonderful - as he is - and reassuring me that all will be well. It's a scary thing when you can't afford it (I'm working because we have to have me work to afford a place to live...sigh), you haven't gotten ILR yet, and your over 30. This is not my first pregnancy I have given birth three times (two of my own, and once as surrogate for my sister), I know what to expect but I am not a spring chicken, as they say, and I have never tried to carry a baby and work at the same time before. Scary.
This is not a bad thing, mind you....just scary, terrifying even.
Anywho...you know as much as I do at this point. Stay tuned. Oh boy! U'm, or girl.... again
~A