Tomorrow marks sixteen weeks and another appointment. I'm anxious as usual to see Stacy and hear the reassuring sound of that quick little heartbeat. This pregnancy I seem to be more worried and uneasy about everything which I think is a result of the struggles we had getting to this point. And maybe it's because I'm already a Mom and I now know what is at stake. I was kind of flying blind when I was prego with Jackson and even when I did have a few usual things happen, I didn't really think it was a big deal. This time around, it is a different story.
Anyway... at some point, I want to document what it took to get here but not sure if I'm ready for it today. I already cried just listening to a song on the radio so maybe I should wait for another day. Right now, I'm just happy looking down at my growing belly and feeling the life inside me. Thursday was the first day I felt vigorous movement instead of just fluttering. I was quickly reminded of how cool it is to share my body with another human being. Which was perfect timing since I had a rough morning that morning - I almost blacked out in the shower and was a reminder of how much I need to take care of myself and constanly eat when prego. I've just been so tired that sometimes my bed sounds better than eating a late night snack.
I took a pic of myself at 12 weeks and then realized I was wearing the exact same outfit last week at 15 weeks so I decided to take another. So here is the comparison... you can tell the shirt is getting a little stretched in the second pic.
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