Some days I feel like this cartoon. It is still a bit surreal. I can't say that the actual pregnancy part is unreal, its the realization that a human being might come out of this process and then hang around.
I'm grateful to be sixteen weeks along today. I have a healthy case of heartburn and my bladder is losing its ability to hold the reserves without leaking. Of course, going to the bathroom has become my favorite past time. My husband often wonders how I can go in and use the restroom, wash hands, etc. and get out so quickly. I told him that when you do something 250 times a day, you get pretty good and darn right efficient at it.
Still, no major complaints. As long as the cervix holds tight, the frog stays in for at least twenty more weeks, and the placenta stays clear of hazards, then I'm a happy gestater.
A toast to sixteen weeks...
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Here's to 16 weeks! If I let myself think too much about it, I too freak out that at the end of all this there's going to be a baby. It's hard not to wonder about what we've signed up for!!
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