I feel like I’m jipping this second kid. Poor thing. No obsessing and stressing from Mommy. Mostly I forget I’m pregnant. Until my right ass hurts or I sneeze and feel like my insides are going to come flying out. It’s just very different from last time. I figured I’d do a weekly thing that I stole from some blog I can’t remember. That way this kid has something.
**Insert Huge belly pic here. Except I haven’t taken any since I just feel fat. Maybe next week.**
How far along? 13 weeks
Total weight gain: I don’t know since I can’t seem to get in to see a doctor. Stupid Navy *grumble grumble*
Maternity clothes? Yes. For weeks now. I caved.
Sleep: Pretty good. Or as good as it can be sharing a queen mattress on the floor with a kicky toddler.
Best moment this week: Hearing the HB on our doppler and having my first baby/gender dreams.
Movement: Maybe? Sometimes? I still feel phantom kicks from my pregnancy with Smushy, so I never know which is that or if it’s real.
Gender: One or the other, probably.
Labor Signs: None, Thank God.
Belly Button in or out? In
What I miss: Eggs cooked over medium. Mmmmmm.
What I am looking forward to: Having an actual doctor’s appointment. At some point. Maybe.
Weekly Wisdom: Milk it. Pregnancy does not last forever. Then you have to scoop cat crap all by yourself again. (I should say, Mr. Silly is on litter box duty whether I’m pregnant or not.)
Milestones: Second Trimester! Whee!
Well, you are coming along now aren’t you! I know exactly how you feel with the second pregnancy thing. I was the same way. It was more just a state of being since I got pregnant again 9 months after the first one was born.
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Is it mean of me to say I’m glad it’s you and not me? Every time I think it might be nice to have another child, then I reality check myself with “but then you’d have to be pregnant again.” Nice to go though it vicariously with you though.
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