Just stuff

13 weeks! Sorta second tri, depending on who you ask. As far as how I feel, I feel much better than I did a few weeks ago, though I could still probably spend most of my day asleep if I was allowed to.  My appetite is back, yeehaw, so that’s all good.

Tonight is the last night of progesterone, which is sort of exciting and scary.  It will be nice to leave behind the mess of the whole thing, and the annoyance of having a refrigerated medication.  (Man, that sucks. I have a new respect for those that are on cold meds forever.)

I still have the doppler, and listen maybe twice a week, for about 30 seconds.  I listened on Monday, before my ultrasound, just to make sure it was all cool, and it was the first time I’ve actually FOUND it right away. Last night, I had Dave listen, and it had shifted.  As soon as it picked it up, Dave exhaled in a way that made me realize he’d been panicking.  But then he thought it was cool to hear.

I’m really excited to be pregnant, as you can imagine, but I’m so excited to be pregnant with DAVE’s kid.  This is his family, this is the first whole relative of his, the first whole family he will be a part of, and he’s into it.  He’s into the idea of a sling, he’s into being there for me, for the baby, for the whole thing. (He’s a little freaked out by co-sleeping, but is totally into keeping the kid in our room for a good while.)  Watching him watch the ultrasound is almost as exciting as watching the ultrasound. It’s cool.

When he tried to describe to his coworker what the baby was doing on the screen, the guy didn’t get it, so Dave got down on the floor and did an imitation. And then came home and reenacted the imitation.  I mean, that really just puts it into perspective right there — even I wouldn’t get on the floor to describe the experience.

I’m more emotional, still.  My mom is in NY unexpectedly to help my aunt who woke up with a detached retina this weekend.  She’s widowed, and her local kid is an asshole who won’t help her, ever, so Mom drove down to take care of her.  While she’s gone, my dad thought it might be a good time to visit his mom, who he hasn’t seen since we all went to Meg’s wedding in 2003.  For some reason, the idea of my dad flying to Austin for a long weekend totally made me cry. It must be some sort of maternal thing, and a mortality thing (I don’t think my dad has EVER visited his mom alone, not for any reason except why would he?) and just, awww. Also making me cry like a first runner up beauty queen are the drunk driving ads that show home videos, you know the ones. UGH. So hard to watch all of a sudden.

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