Eleven weeks. I'm actually amazed that we're here. I don't really know what I expected to happen, but it's astonishing to me that we're less than two weeks from the 2nd trimester. I go back to the doctor tomorrow afternoon where we're hoping to hear that beautiful heartbeat again. Once we do, I'll breathe a big sigh of relief.
I'm actually feeling a lot less anxiety right now about the pregnancy. I FEEL pregnant. I feel off and on nausea (still related to when and what I eat). My stomach is definitely protruding, especially by the end of the day. I'm getting out of breath when I go up the stairs. I'm hitting a wall mid-afternoon and then again early evening where I just want to sleep. I haven't fallen asleep just hanging out at the house like I did when I was pregnant with Baby Girl, though. The combination of these symptoms have given me a sense of calm. I hope the calm is warranted.
I think this is the longest I've ever kept a secret, too. We aren't telling many people for many reasons. It's gotten complicated keeping the secret, but we'll be sharing soon enough, I think. My mom asked if she could tell after our appointment tomorrow and looked shocked when I said no. This is on *our* timeline, not hers. I think we still want to get even closer to twelve or thirteen weeks before we share with the world. And there are some very important people we need to tell before we start screaming it from the rooftops. All in good time.
I need to get some bloodwork done. I was supposed to do it between my last appointment and this one, I think, but forgot to walk down and do it. Maybe I'll do it right before (or after, since we'll have some time, and to save some pain in case the bloodwork isn't necessary) the appointment tomorrow.
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