I made it to 18 weeks. I really didn't think we'd get this far. 10 weeks ago I was ready to say goodbye and wasn't allowing myself to attach, and now I'm ordering nursery stuff and being kicked and prodded from the inside. There are no words for this. I remember 18 weeks was about the time with Sophie when I let myself believe she could be. Then a few weeks later that took that away with their stupid and scary diagnosis's. Not this time though: this baby is going to be fine.
Yesterday as we were coming out of the supermarket I was hit with these really sharp pain in my tummy. They had me doubling over and were coming in waves, and I was a bit worried. Drew was terrified. They went away when I got home and layed on the couch so I think I'm fine, I'd guess I overdid things the day before with the nursery.
Yep. I started the nursery. I cleaned out all the junk and the only things in there now are the things for the baby. Even bigger than that though: I bought things. I ordered bedding that matches our bassinet and wallpaper borders, and even a bag of baby wipes. I'm not going to let my silly superstitions get in the way of getting excited about this baby.Those things are only real if you believe in them, and I choose not to believe any more.
Last of all, my latest craving: Yogurt. It's ridiculous how much of the stuff I can eat. Drew chucked one on the bed the other night and then got changed, by the time he climbed into bed I'd just about finished his yogurt. And then I went and ate three more! I don't care what brand or flavour, I just want more yogurt! I didn't have cravings with Sophie, so not being able to sleep because you're thinking about all the different flavours of yogurt is weird!
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