Tomorrow is 15 weeks! AHHH!
I have been trucking along, keeping very busy at work and with freelance projects and trying each evening/weekend to purge our house of a little bit of the 10 years of stuff we’ve collected since we’ve been together. But mostly, I’m counting down the days to our 16 week appointment, which is a week from this Friday. (11 days to survive.) Ahhhhhh, it feels SO. FAR. AWAY.
These waits kill me. I watch other folks update on their ultrasounds and doc appointments and it makes me wonder what the heck is going on inside with me. I feel like I’m making everything up. Like I’m jinxing it by talking about them or thinking about them. I make hubs reassure me that everything is okay every night….often multiple times. Are the babies okay? Are they both growing? Is this really happening?
I feel like every day is a leap of faith!
I want to be able to feel them moving….I want those flutters/bubbles people talk about. I am desperate for proof! Right now all I’ve got is some crazy tiredness, that ubiquitous consti-ness, and morning headaches. I’m definitely bigger in the middle, but it’s hard to tell if it’s growing each week and it still looks more “fat” than “bump.” (Hmm, I guess this is why so many bloggies do those weekly belly shots. Oops.)
To show you all how superstitious I am, consider this evidence. Here is the mug I drink out of in the morning as I’m getting through a drought in between appointments.
And here is the one I drink out of when I’m riding the post-appointment high, which usually lasts a few days to a week-ish.
P.S. No doppler for me. Hubs and I know it will just take my anxiety to new and awful places if I can’t find a heartbeat and I also can see myself becoming totally obsessed with it and using it waaaay too much. Please let me feel some flutters/bubbles/movement soon!