There's a little chant going on in the back of my mind all the time now. “You're pregnant. You're pregnant. You're pregnant.” Laid behind whatever I'm doing or thinking, it's there. Like a little news ticker, reminding me of what I already know.

I hope I don't get all paranoid. I'm noticing every little twinge – which I have a lot of, especially in the gut and ladybits. But now every little pain, every little everything makes me pause for a second and think twice. It's like I've always got one ear cocked to my body – listening for any changes or signals.

I guess a downside to knowing that I'm not that far along is that sense of assurance that things would be OK isn't there anymore. I'm SO GLAD to know that the baby was only exposed to 3-5 weeks of my oral meds as opposed to 9-11 weeks. But that also means that we're still in very early days. And there's big part of me right now that wants to think that this isn't gonna work out – that is just *can't* be this easy to accidentally fall pregnant.

But in the meantime, while I'm troubleshooting the video conference system, or fixing my lunch, or sorting timesheets for payroll… there's that little news crawl: “You're pregnant… you're pregnant… you're pregnant.”