I’ve been really bad about keeping up. I even have all these things I’ve been thinking about, week in and week out, and when I think to sit down and write a post, I just kind of…well…forget?
Anyway, things are good so far. Here’s the picture from our 12 week ultrasound (12.3)
It’s been a few weeks since then, but I still have to wait another 10 days to go to the doctor to hear his/her little heartbeat again and put my mind at ease. As of yesterday, I think I’m beginning to feel some little movements here and there, so that’s a good sign. Anything to let me know there’s still a little human in there – I’ll take it.
Morning sickness is pretty much gone now, but I’m still very tired and I’ve started getting these awful headaches (especially in the morning). I worry a little about my blood pressure (which was pretty high at my 9 week appointment but not as bad at my 12 week appointment), because I know hypertension can really screw with fetal growth and the placenta (some of the myriad of “last things I want”). Hopefully everything is ok.
It’s all I can do. I’ll never really fully believe it is going to happen until it does. And even then…I’ll have a brand new set of terrifying things to worry about. But until all of that, I just hope for the best. Hope everything is alright. Even if that means I can’t really allow myself to say “when the baby gets here” (it’s always “if”), I think being hopeful is a pretty good start.