Last night I was laying in bed – the house was silent (Wyatt and kids were gone) and I was trying to go to sleep (at 9:00 pm). Suddenly I felt her! She did two or three flips before settling back down. If it were my first pregnancy I’m sure I wouldn’t have noticed the soft little flutter just below my naval. But what fun to have her reality testified in fluttery little hurrah!
And here we are – day one of the second trimester. Yahoo! (imagine the yodeler singing that).
I wasn’t at all annoyed as people asked me if I would start feeling better any day now – I realize I’m not the center of everyone’s universe.
But I was REALLY annoyed when Wyatt said that to me.
As if this is our first time around this block.
So, for you Wyatt, here’s the run down.
Last time I threw up while expecting Olivia: 20 weeks.
Last time I threw up while expecting Calvin: 22 weeks.
Last time I threw up while expecting Everett: 24 weeks (unless you count throwing up when I had swine flu – 26 weeks.)
Right now I am just starting week 14. I choose to be optimistic (as always), and say I should start feeling better around 20 weeks, but also realistic (as always) and am not willing to commit to any plans/social appearances until week 24. I also choose to ignore reality (clinging to sanity/insanity) and forget the obvious trend of each pregnancy/nausea period being longer than the one before.
But 20 weeks will be right around March 28th. And we all know what a fortuitous day that is in the universe.
And 24 weeks will be April 24th. And that is certainly a good day.
And 20 weeks is only six weeks away – which is like going back to beginning of January. And that seems like a long time ago, but at the same time, I’ve made it this far, and I can make it that far again!!
It has always made me laugh (inwardly) when I talk to other expectant women, and ask how far along they are, and they tell me in months. As if that means anything to me. I count time in weeks when I’m pregnant. I have to be able to cross something off my calendar more often than a month. I keep track of symptoms, and growth and probabilities and likelihoods with each week that passes by. This week, my baby will start growing her downy hair.
Did you know I can be a little obsessive?