Well, I'm about 21 weeks along now and everything seems to be going just fine. Little Elizabeth (which is what we call her already--yes, that's the planned name) is moving quite a bit. She still cannot be felt by her father, but it is only a matter of a week or two, I think. Her movements are getting stronger and my belly is still swelling.
My next appointment isn't until February 22nd, and it will be a doozy because I actually have two appointments. One appointment will take place first thing in the morning, and it is the second ultrasound to confirm that Elizabeth's little face and head is exactly as it should be. I don't think this one will take as long as the other one, because that (and perhaps a glance to make sure she still has girl parts and not boy parts) will be all we'll be looking at. In the afternoon, closer to the end of my workday, is when I'll have my regular check-up appointment.
So how does it all feel to be 21 weeks along, you might wonder? Well, I'll tell you. Most of the time it's fine. Appetite is still going strong, little to no nausea. The sleeping situation leaves something to be desired. I think that most of my problem is that I'm just not a side sleeper, and because I have to prop myself up with pillows to keep myself from rolling onto my back (my usual sleeping position, which is a no-no at this time), I'm not turning over on my own. Thus, I wake up with my hips and thighs feeling very sore, and I turn over to try to relieve the pressure on one side and stay that way until that side begins to hurt too. I've tried a lot of remedies, and none of them have worked--I think this is here to stay. I will take this over nausea any day--seriously. If this is the worst thing I'll have to deal with, then I can handle it. But I know that my days of uninterrupted sleep are numbered, and I was hoping to savor those last moments of sweet freedom a bit longer.
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