Sort of quiet. Not much to report.
Waiting waiting waiting.
For July 1. Next appointment. I'll be 18 weeks, but it's not "the" ultrasound.
Missed the first trimester screening because I didn't realize I was farther along than I thought.
Dr. Beer's office. They are lovely. Working with us on billing. As of July 1, I get new flex spending account (new fiscal year/insurance year at my work).
They can send me the lab requisitions - completely willing to do anything they can to help us get this done.
It's nice they are so willing to accomodate. Such a different approach for a doctor.
That's all. I'm 16 weeks. Somehow, I'm a little down. Not sure why. I should be overjoyed. I am. I really am. I love feeling movement. I feel it almost every day. At least what I think is movement. I talk to her (although it might be a him I think) and Brody is learning he can't just climb all over my considerable belly. He says he will help take care of the baby and feed him/her and play with her/him. It's so cute how he gets this shy little smile on his face when talks about that.
But you know what?
I'm overwhelmed. Now, if anything goes wrong, it's not a miscarriage. It would be something worse.
And yes, something immunologically can still go wrong, something could just be wrong because I'm 39 and have old eggs.
I need a margarita, and I can't have one.
Have one for me, and I'll lighten up. Also, I'm sort of sick of intermittent blogging and only blogging pregnancy.