(Title for mobile users: "Talk me off the 'jinxing' ledge...")
I'm 10w4d today. The last time we saw Button was 8w5d, and all was well. Nothing has really changed since then physically, and I'm honestly not terribly anxious or crippled by PgAL brain. If anything, actually, two of my BFFs unwittingly offer huge reassurance last night. They came over for dinner since they hadn't seen me in 2 weeks (since we left for England) and independently both commented on what are my apparently "amazing" and "massive" new boobs.
But I've never been this far in pregnancy before--at the point where it starts feeling like it might be real. And suddenly, yesterday, I found myself needing the Bella Band (that I bought before our first loss but never wore) to wear shorts to church yesterday. And this morning, even though our first OB appointment isn't until Friday, I had to call and schedule my NT scan (done at an outside office) for next Tuesday (because we've got a really narrow window when we can get it done, due to going away again). And I even did some browsing online at Old Navy maternity yesterday.
I guess I'm just plain scared. Scared I'm getting ahead of myself--though we've bought nothing pregnancy-related in the last 10 weeks. Scared I'll somehow jinx things going well by looking forward to the fact that they might. Scared that my tempered excitement could somehow turn this joy into another pain.
So, can you talk me off the ledge? Or else just drown me in amusing GIFs? Distractions are always good--it's why I'm currently snuggled on the sofa in the midst of a Dance Moms marathon.