I’m sorry I’ve been a bad blogger. Sometimes I just don’t know what to write about. I started to get self-conscious about blogging about the pregnancy, especially b/c all of the things I could have been writing would follow the same roller-coaster: SCARED and RELIEVED, SCARED and RELIEVED. I’ve had a lot of scares– severe backaches, more spotting than any pregnant woman ever wants to see, loss of symptoms, etc. However, we’ve had 3 great ultrasounds. The last one showed the baby measuring ahead a few days.
I had more spotting last night and this morning. No matter how often I hear that it “can be normal,” I can’t ignore the fact that it has never been a good sign for me. They offered to have me come in today for an u/s, but I said no. I mean, they can’t do anything to save a failing pregnancy, and we have an u/s scheduled for tomorrow (Thursday) anyway. Not to mention our RE is 1 hour away, and we had things scheduled this afternoon. Am I panicked? No. I’m just waiting, and I don’t know exactly what I’m waiting for. I’m expectant without knowing what to expect.
On another note, our move went as well as it could go. Most things escaped unharmed, except for a small dent in the frige, and a new stain on the back of our couch. (OUCH.) Mess with my couch, mess with me. I love that thing (pictured above with my glorious kitty). Things are great at the new place in general. It’s LOVELY to have my laundry on the floor where everything else is. A little less lovely is the dude who smokes on his porch downstairs. Ick. I hope he doesn’t take to smoking inside in the winter. Then I’ll have to get brave and say something.
glad to hear the move went well! you’ll be getting something in the mail shortly from me
when i lived in indiana, my downstairs neighbor smoked cigars on his toilet. how do i know, you ask? his loo was directly below mine, and the smoke seeped through the vent. disgusting.
i’d take the porch any day over the can, but i hear what you’re saying about the winter. i was always too chicken to say anything to him, and let my nasty looks explain my distaste, preferring to complain to the landlord (cowardly, i know).
i keep sending positive vibes your way!