In 15 minutes, I go for my eight week ultrasound. How do I feel?
Stressed (okay the first three are also job-related)
Expecting the worst while hoping for the best
Slightly pukey and very puffy
I would say it's out of my control, but that's not really true. My job is to take care of my body and meditate on a positive outcome. Visualizing growth and life and vigor. Pray for God's grace to continue while submitting myself to the process.
Have... faith? I don't know. I guess so. Do I sound like my personality is splitting? Might be.
I'll let you know what the scratchy blob on the screen says.