Great! (Not.) Here is a first, I just woke up struggling to breathe and the panic attack decided to force itself down my throat and sat there in my chest. I started pacing and I tried to text Rob, thinking if I didn't say it out loud... it wouldnt be real. I called him up and began bawling. The panic was begging to be let out in a fit of screams, it felt like. (Not happening) after a bit... it subsided. It was probably the shortest lived one.
I hope these don't last. Anyway, more later... must sleep.
In the meantime? I'm ten weeks today.
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