So, I put it into the title of my blog, in part as a forewarning to anyone who doesn’t feel like reading about this topic.
I’m still dreading the scan on Wednesday, but at the same time the past 2 weeks have seemed like the longest EVER. Unfortunately T. can’t be here that morning, but if it’s bad news he can get someone to cover his Weds/Thurs classes since he’s giving exams, and can drive right back and be here by late afternoon.
I am still a little uneasy about lack of morning sickness, although I have been having acid reflux and sensations of slight gastric unease if I let myself get hungry (which is like every 3 or 4 hours). It’s more in the afternoon and evening, though.
I continue to monitor the “twins,” which stay sore and tender but aren’t getting as big as I think they should be. It really seems like they’re smaller in the morning and bigger by the end of the day.
I get totally out of breath at the slightest thing. It feels like living at a high altitude. Not as high as Cuzco, but maybe like 5,000 feet or so. T. expressed surprise that I should get out of breath when carrying something the size of a lentil.
I have also mastered the art of falling asleep in the middle of the day. Normally I’m not a napper – I have to be pretty far gone to be able to fall asleep during the day. But now it doesn’t seem to be difficult at all.
Speaking of which… bed is looking awfully good right now!