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POAS

Can I tell you a secret? I cheated. A lot. I took several at home pregnancy tests before I took the blood test. I had to know. I don't think I could handle being told "I'm so sorry, you're not pregnant" one more time - and especially not without already having had time to process the loss. (POAS = pee on a stick)

I was surprised how quickly I could see the line, but now when I look at them, it's not as obvious to me.
Just squint.  Real hard.

Another indication I was pregnant?  I switched to iced coffee because hot coffee sounded gross.
When I was pregnant with Charlie, this was all I drank.

No morning sickness, no real complaints other than the injection site from my progesterone.

Just me and my pumpkin!

xo
-d

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