This is a time for muted hope. I found out I was pregnant the night before last. I went to my doctor yesterday for this pesky cold and I told her I tested positive for pregnancy at home. She ran a test in the office and she confirmed that I was…and told me that I would have to fight this cold on my own because of the baby. I can only take extra strength ty.lenol.
I had a low-grade fever of 99 degrees, body aches, congestion, sneezing, itchy throat, cough, etc. This is compounded by my pregnancy symptoms of ACHING breasts, occasional queasiness and fatigue. Not that I am complaining. My doctor excused me from work today and told me to come back on Monday if I still am not better. I have strict orders to stay in bed, push fluids and vitamin C. Lots of hot soup too. Her orders sounded like a ticket to paradise for me, because I have been working the last 2 days feeling like a zombie.
There are too many emotions going on inside of me. I just can’t settle on one. This is not a time for celebration – the war has not been won. This is a time of thanksgiving for the precious opportunity and soul I have been entrusted with. This is a time for muted hope.
Here I am again. I have only told a few – my husband, mother and Big Sexy. Everyone is hopeful, even I am. I don’t understand how despite everything that happened we all feel hopeful. I hope we are not let down.
This is a time for muted hope.