The 4am Panic

I'm really really over this waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to get back to sleep thing. It's conditioning, isnt it? Preparing me already for the onslaught that will be no sleep for the next 21 years?

Thank goodness for the wonderful world of blogs. I'd still be staring at that bloody streetlight through my blinds otherwise.

I had a long consult with Dr Google yesterday after I had successfully convinced myself that The End Was Nigh. He assures me that said End is indeed a Long Way Off. My hcg doubling time, which has had me pacing back and forth a little concerned, is within tolerance. The levels are too high to suggest ectopic. Then there's molar pregnancy, but The Good Doctor seems to be suggesting that the levels would be much much higher than they are. That leaves me with nothing in particular to focus my angst on, so I am back to the familiar territory of Non-Specific Morbid Dread.

Calm blue ocean...calm blue ocean...