In Which I Obsess Over the Future, and Worry About Things Which Cannot Be Controlled

Tomorrow is my first appointment with (any) doctor since that second pink line appeared on our family-growing test. Tomorrow, we will hopefully learn what has been causing all of these strange pregnancy symptoms, like, you know, the nine days of bleeding. And the weird twinges and tics. And the dizziness. And the slow-rising hcg levels. We will (I hope!) find out tomorrow if this baby is growing in my uterus, or--somewhere else. We'll (I hope) find out if my hcg levels are rising normally now or not. I am, quite honestly, worked up into a tizzy over it. I am trying to prepare myself for the most horrible news (there is no baby in there) or (there is a baby in your fallopian tube), but I am so very much hoping for the best news (here is your baby! Oh, wait! There are two of them! Haha. Just kidding. There's only one in there). I just wish I knew now what I will (I hope!) find out tomorrow.