Last night was horrible. I tossed and turned all night long, and every time I fell asleep, I'd wake up seemingly minutes later after having (yet another) dream about my appointment tomorrow. After a particularly terrible nightmare, I woke up crying and reached out next to me... to nothing. And then I remembered that my husband is thousands of miles away, across an ocean, in a foreign country.
The worst part? I was just getting accustomed to talking to him every morning and night, and now I haven't heard from him in days. All I really need right now is to hear his voice, for him to tell me everything's going to be okay. I just want to tell him all my hopes and fears about this baby, OUR baby. But I can't.
I've never been so nervous in my entire life. But until tomorrow, I'll just keep hoping and praying that this baby will be fine. That's all I can really do.