don't get psyched out.

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yesterday I wrote about miscarriage on my mind and how those words and other people's birth and loss experience stick with me. I was getting a little psyched out. i felt so good yesterday that it was freaking me out. in the morning i had a little naus so I went back to bed, but because i wasn't my normal starving self and naus feeling off and on i felt like something must be wrong. i resorted to my "healthy baby" mantra, but still couldn't stop freaking out about not feeling any symptoms instead of just embracing the fact that i had a kick ass day.

i emailed my sister and melanie and talked to them and they made me feel better. my sister said "go downstairs and smell your greek yogurt & see if you still gag" and mel let me know she felt like this in her first pregnancy when she didn't puke on a day. sounds crazy, right? but both were reassuring to hear.


BOOM. apparently that was all i needed. low and behold, 
30 minutes later i needed a nap and felt slight naus.


let it be a lesson in not getting psyched out.


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