Well. I am a complete failure at even the blogging once a week thing. Remember when I posted multiple times a day?
Anyway, I guess though there is a lot to tell, there's not much to tell. Pregnancy is going smoothly, I am incredibly lucky in that regard. My back hurts a little, yeah yeah, and pooping would be nice, but whatever. I'm just along for the ride here, and it's not been a bumpy one. We've chosen a doula, we take our babymoon this week, baby bedding has been delivered (though not unpacked, because the crib is still not put together and there is still a guest bed in the baby's room) and things are moving right along. I can't believe that I'm almost done with my second trimester. The time has gone really quickly. And I don't want it to.
I like being pregnant (for the moment, I know, the third trimester will be different, especially the end, but I like it for now). I'm not anxious (way less than during wedding planning), I'm not physically uncomfortable, strangers smile at me in public, other attorneys are unusually nice to me, my friends and co-workers are overly accommodating when it comes to carrying things/taking the only chair/choosing the restaurant...I've gained exactly along the weight guidelines my doctor gave me at the beginning, I passed my glucose screen with flying colors, the baby is measuring right and kicking right and and doing EVERYTHING right so far (thank you God); I am pretty good at this pregnant thing. I am a pregnancy ROCK STAR. This thing, I got it handled, at least so far. Now, when she comes OUT, that part will not be so easy to master, so can't she just stay in there?