I used to ride bikes. The long distance kind. Not Tour de France long, but long. The very first day of the biking season is a special one. The crisp fall air. The dull ache on my butt from the bike seat. The hundreds of cyclists lined up at the starting line. And on that day, I feel like a cyclist. My body tingle with the anticipation of the first push of the pedal. I feel slightly nauseous from the rush of adrenaline. My hands are white because I'm gripping the handles so hard. I feel like a cyclist.
I don't feel pregnant. I don't even know if I'm supposed to feel anything yet. Except for the two days where the EPT tests showed a plus sign, I can't even tell that I am pregnant. In the coming weeks/months, there will be more signs but I just wish I could feel something like the first day of the cycling season.
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