The Fog tells me it's a countdown– run run run till the buzzer sounds and the race is run. But, I feel a soft quietness in all of this. There's something soothing about unboxing and organizing things, and waking up to soft mornings, while crossing off little to-do's.
True, I feel my body responding to hormones and my uterus is pummeled repeatedly every day, but the doc says everything is in order and pain is normal for up to 3 months... I KNOW. I thought it was going to be a few days haha Now that my expectations are more realistic, Ive determined to do what I can to make this time as feasible and as comfortable as possible.
AKA loading up on essentials; namely tampons, ibprophen, chocolate, and snuggles
scheduling walks for exercise,
trying to chug water like a reservoir
reading books
writing a bit [check]
and holding on to this sweet time as long as physically possible.
