I am WELL known for exaggerating things beyond measure. I make shit up likes it going out of style and I react quickly before contemplating what the reaction from others will be.
Now this story isn’t that drastic and it affects NO ONE else so I have no problem telling you about my paranoid self.
I was inseminated on Friday – one week ago today. On Wednesday of this week I went to my Zumba class and while bouncing and twisting and dancing like a nut, I looked over at Agnes and whispered (okay shouted) “if my egg was hatched by the sperm will all this moving break it or make it un-attach from the uterus wall??” Agnes, laughed and looked at me like I was insane and patiently said no – once its planted, it’s planted.
I didn’t really believe her. I mean seriously – with all that moving, how can something as small, as tiny, as the egg, stay all safe and secure in my body?!!!
Last night as I was lying in bed I reached over to turn off my lamp and the stretching made me feel strange and instantly was sure that I had again made my egg pop out of its secure place
I am incredibly aware that I may not even be pregnant and therefore all of this would be mute.
I flipped over on my stomach to fall asleep after panicking about the stretching, rubbing my stomach gently and wishing good thoughts when I realized I was suffocating this poor egg that is trying to develop! I immediately jumped to my back and apologized to my belly. At this point even my dog Simba was staring at my like his owner had lost her ever-loving mind, but I didn’t care! I want this egg to “hatch” into the baby I have been dreaming of for over a year now! If that means not moving for two weeks post insemination than so be it!
Oh ya, I was also wearing form-fitting jeans yesterday that cut into my stomach and hips – those are gone as well!
Love (the crazy and maniacal)