I am on day 38 today. Freakout began on Monday, when bad skin showed up and I somehow had exceptionally wide hips. My weight shot up a kilo over the weekend, and I am so dry. To top it all off, signs of PMS are barely in sight.
No, I don't want another, and well, if it's a girl then I guess I'll feel *slightly* better because the husband will be so glad. And there'll be a wedding dress hanging in the house sometime later on, after all the mother-daughter love-hate yellouts and cold wars. Hmm.
My body can't take a fourth pregnancy, at least I don't believe so. My future can't take another child - I'm 30 and I want my life back, especially when I've only just begun to live it again. This is my opinion. Of course, how blissful and pretty it will all turn out, only God knows.
Hate this waiting. Hate the idea of saving $8 on a test kit, just in case it's a false alarm.
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