I wasn’t quite sure when I’d write this post. The miscarriage I had in October has made me jumpy, more secretive, more nervous that maybe this time when I go to the doctor, something will be wrong. But, my friends, the time has come to fess up. Because I got the cutest gift in the known universe this weekend, from the lovely and wonderful Sarah.
(I have a hard time knitting for babies not yet born, but I’m so glad others don’t share my neurosis.)
So! I’m in the middle of my 16th week, finally past the 24-hour nausea. Able to knit again. Sitting in the living room, in fact, enjoying the sunshine and turning the heel on my Conwy sock while Jacob reads his book. (“I do it all by myself, Mommy.”) Although Jacob is as enthusiastic-sounding about our upcoming change as he is about everything, I’m pretty sure he has no idea what will be happening some months from now.
What’s it like for me, this time around? Well, I’ll tell you one thing. The stomach muscles pretty much just rolled over and played dead starting the second I found out. I’m in my beloved Gap jeans a full two months earlier than with Jacob, this time.
Wish me luck at my doctor’s appointment next week, okay?