Trying to conceive is making me paranoid. No joke. Every stomach twinge, every bout of nausea, makes you instantly wonder if you're pregnant, which then quickly switches to that feeling of dread in your stomach, accompanied by the negative gods telling you that you haven't managed it yet, so why would now be any different. You over analyze EVERYTHING about your body, you blame yourself. You start dissecting every area of life, will your house be big enough? Will your salary be big enough? What about daycare, breast or bottle? (You have a lot of time on your hands, ya know? Cause it's not like once you get knocked up, you don't still have a couple more months to think about this crap.)
Can you tell the two week wait is killing me?