I was woken up at 6:30 am this morning by my oldest cat (Polgara) scratching at the bedroom door, we’ve been shutting the cats out of the bedroom at night due to the antics of my baby cat (Ce’Nedra) but Polgara can’t stand to not be able to get to me. She’s very persistant and when I finally got up to go tell her to stop it was almost 7. I went to the restroom with the intention of going back to bed, but I relised It wasn’t going to happen. I’m too anxious about this docter’s appointent that I have this morning. I dreamed last night they decided to let me have her, I know that’s the least likly option but it’s also what I’ve been trying to prepare for over the past few days. Just in case.
I feel rather icky this morning, I dunno if it’s something I ate yesterday, general pregnancy ickiness, or just the combination of all my fears displaying in my body.
I just want to get to the appointment and KNOW. Not knowing, that’s the worst part.