I had therapy this morning, and even though I had a really rough week, it definitely went well. It’s a good thing my husband and I got in a fight that completely dysregulated me and freaked me out over the weekend. (Kidding, but also sort of not.) Anyway, it started off the same way it …
This morning, I had an appointment with my genetic counselor. Later this afternoon, I will have my 19 week anatomy scan, and a few days later, I will see my maternal fetal medicine doctor to further discuss my high risk pregnancy. Then tonight, I have therapy. If that sounds like a lot, that’s because it …
Well, we wasted no time getting into it in therapy last night, but I’d argue to say that it didn’t go poorly. She said some things that I was ready and able to hear, and whenever that happens and we’re able to have difficult yet honest conversations, it always feels better. I think we’re finally …
Oh, therapy. What else can I say about it. In typical 1 hour session fashion (as opposed to 2), anxiety very quickly took over and I successfully managed to talk about nothing that really mattered for the majority of it. It’s frustrating, but I also didn’t want to open up certain cans of worms with …