I read the whole “Pregnancy Instruction Manual” last night before bed. I assume that's why I dreamed about being pregnant all night. I dreamed I felt the baby kick, and then I dreamed that I lost the baby.

I'm trying to ignore all the little pains from the nether regions, but it's really hard not to be paranoid. Paul and I talked more about the baby yesterday than we had so far, and a lot of that centered on facts and figures about miscarriage risks. Add to that the fact that we're in the “dangerous” 4-week stage of the bub being an embryo…. I feel like I just wanna wrap my whole body in bubble wrap and tuck myself into a closet for safekeeping for 4 weeks.

On the bright side, we told Lisa and Mike yesterday. I was holding off telling them so that we could tell family first on Thanksgiving. But Paul convinced me that there was no need to wait, and he knew how much I wanted to tell my best friend. They're happy for us, of course. It was so nice to talk to Lisa about this – she knows my mind and heart so well. So she really gets why this has thrown me for a loop like it has. It was really neat to tell someone tho.