I am now 14 weeks pregnant with my first child. Today, I spent a some time remembering our conception journey. I remember crying, month after month, because I wasn’t pregnant yet. It was a funny feeling, and I became just so sure I would never be pregnant. It was so strange to see that second line on the test, so unreal. I thought I was imagining it, but the following days resulted in darker lines. I was excited, but it still didn’t sink in yet. The next part of the journey consisted of me worrying about miscarriage. Actually, it was more like feeling a dark certainty that my happiness wouldn’t last. It was surreal to see my little teddy bear and see the little flicker of his/her heart beating on the screen at the doctor’s office. And now, after seeing a very active baby jumping around during my 13 week scan, I still wear this cloud of uncertainty. It still feels so unreal, like a dream. I don’t consider myself a pessimistic person, but this surreal feeling still has me worrying about all the possible wrong turns. My excitement is still being met by the fact that, after three months of pregnancy, after morning sickness and breast pain, this still hasn’t quite hit me yet as being anything more than a strange dream. Anyone else feel this way?