(written September 12th)
How am I feeling?
Too damned normal. It's actually scaring the shit out of me. I don't feel nauseous anymore. I still haven't hit the exhaustion. I feel pretty much like myself and I'm scared. The only lingering symptoms are my inability to breathe well and my inability to regulate my body temperature--I'm always either too hot or too cold and sometimes both, depending on the part of my body.
I told our sitter on Friday so she could plan for next year and hopefully not pick up any infants after awhile. I just told my boss today because we're having a lot of discussions about the future and projects that will be upcoming and I wanted her to be able to plan accordingly. My boss, ever the realist (after having two miscarriages and a decade-long struggle with infertility and failed adoptions), advised me not to tell anyone until I have my first appointment (still 2 1/2 weeks away), which made me even more nervous about my lack of symptoms. She acknowledged the very real possibility of me having a miscarriage (her first one was discovered at her 10 week appointment) and now I'm completely anxious.
What's Baby Girl think?
We haven't really told her. We're not planning on telling her until at least after the first appointment and then we won't really talk about it much until I start to show so she has some tangible evidence that there's a baby in there. But we've talked with her every few days about what she would think about having a baby in the house. As of right now, she's said she'd rock "her" to sleep, feed her, change her diapers, share her toys, etc. I have no doubt she's going to be a great big sister.
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