Wow, three posts in one day...even I am sick of me.
I have a confession to make. Instead of enjoying this day, the day after we found out that we are having a beautiful little girl, I have spent all of my free time googling every single thing that could possibly be wrong with her. Several times, I have worked myself up into such a panic I almost (almost) could not eat my lunch.
So here is my vow...I will no longer be doing anything except for concentrating on all of the wonderful, exciting, miraculous things about this pregnancy and my daughter. Furthermore, if I do even one more search about something that is not wonderful, exciting, and miraculous, I will have to confess to it on this blog. I am hoping that the humiliating prospect of having to do that fifty times a day will be enough to dissuade me all together.
I claim to have faith that baby is going to be fine, so my actions need to speak at least as loud as my words. I can either spend the next six months worrying or I can spend them fat and happy. I am hoping my pride alone will keep me fat and happy.
So I have confessed, I have vowed, and let's all hope this is the last we hear of it.