The end of last week was bad. Just bad. I started bleeding on Thursday night. It was very scary, and John and I called the doctor. There really wasn’t anything to do but put my feet up and hope for the best. Which I did most of the day on Friday, and some of the day on Saturday and Sunday. Today I’m still exhausted, and I still have the upset tummy that has been plaguing me since I got pregnant.
Friday is the amnio. I still don’t want it. I think I’m going to find out the sex of the baby, but I’m not sure. I need some sort of prize from John for doing this. I think I’d rather have a new purse or some bras… I’m going to find out the sex eventually, so why not get a cool gift instead. Is that bad, expecting a gift for doing a test that I don’t want to do?
Let me know.
Take care! I think you deserve a present too.
I hope you feel better soon! I mailed a card to you on my way to work this morning. Whenever, my sister and I had surgery or were in the hospital or were really sick, my Mom always bought us a toy or a stuffed animal for us, so I don’t think it is bad to want a present. Good luck with the amnio!