Fifteen weeks, five days. This seems like a really accurate count, but of course it's not really anything more than counting from the last time "Aunt Flo" was in town.
For the first time, I have begun to wonder if my fetus has died. Right now, I have NO indication that anything is happening inside of me. I don't feel nauseous anymore, my breasts are not really tender anymore, and I still haven't gained any weight. My abdomen protrudes only slightly, so it's really hard for onlookers to say definitely, "Yep she's pregnant."
My appointment tomorrow will make me feel reassured. I just have to wait until then.
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So how did the doctor's visit go?
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