There’s not a whole lot new going on around here. No doctor appointments. No ultrasounds. Here’s the last 10 days in a (largish) nutshell:
Monday, October 14: I go to the school where I used to work for a visit with a child I work with at my current job. While there, I catch up with a former co-worker, telling her about the job, the move, and the pregnancy. She is so excited and happy for us, she hugs me, like, three times. I also tell her, if this baby is a girl (well, either way, really, but she was talking about how much she had wanted a granddaughter), she can be her honorary grandmother.
Tuesday, October 15: Pelvic/pubic bone pain continues. I hobble around all day. Also, bills continue to roll in, and I have trouble sleeping.
Wednesday, October 16: 16 weeks today. I think I’m still bloated from a recent bout of constipation, but I get asked for the first time, by one of the moms I work with, if I’m pregnant. I am totally caught off guard by this question, but have to admit I am. It’s either that, or make her feel really uncomfortable for essentially asking if I’ve been putting on weight. So far, that’s the only family I’ve told, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hide it from the rest for much longer.
Thursday, October 17: This is the day I would have gone to the physical therapist if I’d had an extra $250+ lying around. Instead, I do kegels while driving all day.
Friday, October 18: During a break at work, I sit in my car and begin filling out pages and pages of the application for Medicaid. In the evening, after work, I think I feel what could be fluttering. I get excited that this might be Thumper moving. This sensation, however, is shortly followed by a fart. This happens three or four times, and I get my hopes up each time.
Saturday, October 19: Spend all day watching movies with Hubby. One in the theater and two on the couch. Lazy, lazy day. And I mean that in the best possible way.
Sunday, October 20: The pubic pain is almost non-existent. I finally start to feel I may have turned a corner in the healing process. Hubby and I once again discuss banking options for after the move. Which I start to panic about, worried there won’t be any money left to transfer from one account to another.
Monday, October 21: Two more weeks until the anatomy scan! Pain is back. Not terrible, but definitely noticeable. What a difference spending a day off the couch makes! I spend the morning on the phone with my insurance company and fertility clinic trying to sort out the most recent bill.
Tuesday, October 22: Once again, feeling “flutters.” I try to convince myself this could be the real thing. A coworker tells me she’s tempted to touch what I thought was my well-concealed belly.
Wednesday, October 23: The cranes are here!! I try calling to ask questions about applying for Medicaid, but get no answer. I drive to the Income Support Office and get a list of what I need to submit in addition to the application, and am advised to drop everything off in person. It’s on the agenda for tomorrow. At 17 weeks, Hubby finally takes a photo of my belly, which you can see here.