It's a cliche that you can't be a little pregnant. But, as Julie has written eloquently, actually being "a little pregnant" is totally realistic. I'm in my third pregnancy and have no children. At least five embryos have seen the inside of my uterus; at least four have implanted. If I'd stayed pregnant the first time, my kid would be 10 months old; if I'd stayed pregnant the second time, I'd be something like 34 weeks along with identical twin boys.
Some women, upon seeing two pink lines on a stick, immediately head to the babies emporium and stock up on maternity wear. They send out mass emails announcing that their baby is due eight months later. They tell their bosses. At the risk of sounding like a complete asshole, when I hear about those people, I sigh and think, good God, they have no idea. I've never bought myself anything baby-related. I refused to go to a prenatal yoga class last time, wanting to wait until I saw a good heartbeat. (I never did.) I go to the dentist while pregnant and hope it doesn't come up.
I am treating this pregnancy as if I were unemployed and saw an ad for my dream job. I've submitted my resume, and secured a first interview, but I'm miles away from getting an offer and signing up for benefits and putting my feet up on my new desk.
The big interview is Monday, November 5. My third seven-week viability check. Sure would be nice if they invite me back this time around.
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Ah, yes, the "OMG, a second line! Let's go buy a crib!" people. I am not fond.
I hear you.
I hope you get the job.
I agree.
You'd be a good hire.
so is it too early to congratulate??? well, i'm doing it anyway. best of luck!!!!
Best of luck. I hope your asked back as well.
I can so relate. I go from not wanting to get any hopes up, to thinking enjoy every second even if short lived because it will be an enjoyed second after all. It is hard. I like your analogy.
Sending lots of positive thoughts your way.
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