I had a midwife appointment today and everything looked great. My belly is measuring just fine, Julee sounded like she was having fun in there, and things are just moving right along and no one other than me has any concerns about this pregnancy. After tomorrow I will only have six more progesterone injections - I can't believe how simple and effective this preventative procedure really is. My glucose results came back awesome (81) and I don't have any anemia. Weight gain is doing well and I should end up right around my "target". No swelling, blood pressure's perfect...from a health perspective things couldn't be better. I'm a very lucky gal.
I went out to dinner a few nights ago and the hostess sincerely asked me if I would fit in a booth. She was totally serious (and I was emotionally crushed).
As great as things are going, pregnancy is beginning to take its toll on me I think. I'm achy. I'm snippy. I'm tired. I'm sensitive, but not in a you-could-make-me-cry-instantly kind of way. No...it's more of a say-the-wrong-thing-to-me-and-I'll-bite-your-head-off way. I'm aware of it but my self control seems to have stayed behind with my second trimester. So, if I give you some 'tude, just know that I don't mean it. It's just that this three pound little girl is sucking all the blood from my brain and grace from my soul. Honest.
30 down, 10 to go. My bet is that I'll make it to term but not to my due date. I'm anticipating having about 8 weeks left (I hope to be ready by early January). Pressing onward!