Because that's what I am. I'm the total and complete opposite of confident in this pregnancy. It started with the light line. Then it continued with the lack of symptoms. Then it increased with some weird pain around where I guess my cerlage is, and blew up all over the place when I went to the bathroom and had brown-tinged cervical mucus.
Oh, hi. If you didn't already know, this blog will talk about lots and lots of wonderfully disgusting things like cervical mucus, poop, blood, and zombies.
So I'm just going to say this: FUCKING FUCKETY FUCK. I hope in nine months I'm looking back at these feelings and thinking about ways I can use them to guilt my child into doing my laundry or mowing. I hope this cerclage sucker is doing its job.
Oh, and: Today I am pregnant and today I love my baby.