So, I finally told Josh last night...I'm starting to worry.
With the last baby, I remember having a "feeling", even before we knew we had something to worry about. I had commented to him that I felt funny and worried something was wrong with the baby.
That same "feeling" has returned.
I'm probably just worrying myself for nothing, I mean, we saw the heartbeat and everything was measuring correctly. But...I'm worried.
Josh wants me to call the doctor, but I won't. Half because I may sound crazy..."Umm, can you check on the baby, just because I'm paranoid?" And half because I'd rather not know right now. Call me crazy, but denial is a beautiful place to live.