10 week, 4 day scan tonight.
I'm getting tired of approaching every scan with a feeling of impending doom. As hard as I try, I just can't manage to convince my traitorous brain that everything is going to be okay. Every time I go in, I'm convinced that the dream is about to be over.
Not that I have any rational basis for my fears. Big boobs, check. Bloated belly, check. Mild nausea, check. So I ask you brain, wtf?
1 of 3 things that I hoped would happen today has. A good omen, perhaps. A visiting friend's flight to Amsterdam was not cancelled due to increased security at UK airports. The second thing that I hope will happen is that the bid we put in on the house we want is accepted. The third thing is a strong heartbeat. I could do two out of three as long as the thing we lose is the house.