I think I felt her kick yesterday. I'm honestly not sure -- the fibroids mean that they're all kinds of ongoing aches and such, and they're also apparently making it harder for me to feel her moving. V. annoying. But I felt this strange sort of ripple on my lower left side a couple times yesterday morning, and when I put my hand over the spot, I could feel the ripple movement on the outside too. Baby? Maybe...
Lakshmi asked me yesterday if I was enjoying my pregnancy. Umm...sadly, not so much. Too many bodily discomforts and too much stressing and fretting, I'm afraid. I'm not one of those women who goes around glowing and happy all through the pregnancy. Instead, I'm one of the ones convinced that there's something going wrong in there, pretty much all the time. Sigh. I know it's irrational, and unlikely, and I can't help it. Poor Kev has to spend a lot of time reassuring me that she's probably just fine, and reminding me that all the tests so far indicate that she's just fine. I am glad that we did tests. If we hadn't, I'm sure I'd be much more panicked about it all.
Baby naming is fun, though. Also buying pretty things for the nursery.
And overall, I do find the whole process fascinating. I mean, you read about it and hear about it, but there are all these tiny little details that maybe people just don't talk about so much? Or if they do, it's in pregnancy-specific blogs and books, which I didn't read before I got pregnant. So now I know all these small details, and I'm going through the experience, and in general, I'm enough of an experience-junkie that that in itself is almost enough to make it worthwhile, even if there wasn't a baby showing up at the end of it. I know, I'm weird. What can I say?
Are there uncomfortable / scary / difficult things that you would do (or have done), just for the experience of it?