01.02.08 :: 10:07 am

the intensity of my dreams is starting to ramp up again. paired with night sweats. it's awesome.
not really.

last night's episode included frightening test results and gender determination: boy.

It also involved reconciling with my crazy British Ex for some ungodly reason, and my mother wearing shiny, gold American Apparel leggings.

THE HORROR.

Tomorrow is my first trimester screening. I'll be poked and prodded and relieved of several pints of blood, and the baby will be under high-def scrutiny and I just hope dear baby jesus that everything is OK and there are 10 fingers and 10 toes and, like, one set of genitals.

I'm so paranoid.
I don't know how I'll sleep tonight.

Sweatily, I'm sure.

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