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Anticipation

I’m sitting in the waiting room for my ultrasound. There are a million thoughts running through my mind. A million possibilities for the point. I even dreamt I was pregnant. (Haha pretty hard to get pregnant when you don’t have Fallopian tubes, butttt the subconscious is weird AF.) I’m trying to avoid stress shopping because #NoBuyMay so instead I will ramble.

Part of me hopes its diagnosable. Something concrete that can be ‘fixed’. Another part hopes the results are inconclusive. It’s not causing any discomfort or pain. It just looks weird. Or maybe my abs decided to spontaneously separate?? I mean anything is possible, right??

Basically I don’t know what to expect or what’s going on. Hopefully soon I’ll know at least something but I’m also not holding my breath.

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