Goodbye, first trimester. I am not sorry to see you go. I had my 12-week (actually, 13-week) check up yesterday. All is well in baby land. My doctor was near tears when I told her I was moving, but that was more because she depends on Ben to fix all her computer problems for her. I know where I stand.
So, those of you have been pregnant with second children before: did you ever find yourself completely forgetting you were pregnant? Now that I am over the morning sickness (knock on all the wood), I find myself going days at a time without thinking about the baby at all. (Don't be offended, baby. I love you and would be devastated if anything happened to you.) Of course, my life is kind of busy right now, what with the whole moving thing going on. Oh, and the other small person in my charge. It is kind of that weird inbetween stage - I can't feel the baby move, and I don't have any other pregnancy "symptoms". (Except my belly, which has most definitely popped.)
I've been recording some thoughts on this pregnancy secretly - if you are interested, they can be found in the archives. The first post I wrote is here. I was trying to do a better job of documenting this pregnancy than I did with Clare, and so I am once again stealing from a friend (thanks, A.!) and filling out this questionaire every week. Except I am not doing it every week. So, every few weeks I may or may not fill this out, I guess.
The Baby: Is about the size of a medium shrimp.
Weight gain: None so far, despite my best efforts to the contrary. Easter candy ahoy!
I’m Feeling: I am feeling good, other than the cold I am currently fighting. I am still not sleeping well, but that has nothing to do with being pregnant and everything to do with moving.
Cravings/Aversions: Cool Ranch Doritos. I must have them. I am still occasionally craving seafood, which I absolutely cannot eat (anaphalacytic shock is not good for mom or baby). I don't have any particular aversions, but some days I just cannot eat certain things. I'll make something for dinner, stare at it for half an hour, and then dump it in the garbage and pour myself a bowl of cereal. Cereal I can always eat.
What I'm enjoying: Um. Not much right now, honestly. Ben is already in St. Paul for work, leaving me alone to care for Clare and pack up the house. (He'll be back this weekend.) I am looking forward to seeing my brother and sister-in-law this weekend for Easter.
What I'm worrying about: I said before, but it remains true: I am worrying about everything I have to get done before we move.
Movement: Still too early for this.
Clare: Okay, I am enjoying Clare. Especially the little dance she does at the end of her baths now. I must try to get it on video and post it. It is hilarious. She grabs the bar in the tub, and shakes her little butt and sings, checking every so often to make sure I am watching. (She still has no clue about the baby.)