Headstanding!

It's a weird feeling, having a tiny embryo on board. It's the waiting that's difficult. I keep hoping whenever I go to the toilet that it doesn't fall out, even though it apparently can't. I can't help but wonder if I should be standing on my head. I keep wandering about the house (upright) and willing this tiny maybe baby to grow. Other times I forget. When asked, Mr G said he couldn't tell that I have a teeny, tiny embryo in my uterus. It's like a tiny wee secret. Well it would be a secret if I didn't blog to the world at large. In short, nothing feels different today than yesterday. My nerves are like teeny, tiny, embryo sized butterflies and I'm working hard at dismissing the "what if" thoughts. Grow little embryo, grow!