another cervix check that beat the previous week’s measurement. And, I have a regular OB appointment this week which means I’ll get a few seconds with the doppler. I REALLY miss abdominal sonograms. Dr. T will do one at my final appointment with him in about a month, assuming I continue to have no problems requiring one before then. I am behaving myself and not trying to come up with excuses to take a peek, I promise.
Sunday marked 18 weeks. Assuming I’ll have my section at 37 weeks, that makes this Wednesday the half-way point. It seems like it both took forever to get here and that it took almost no time at all. August still feels very far away though.
So far, the second trimester hasn’t been all that exciting. I don’t think I’m going to end up as one of those women who look back on their pregnancies with much fondness. To be honest, it’s sort of felt like a really long case of the flu. I’m bone tired, the digestive issues are never ending, and there’s sort of this all over body discomfort with itchy skin and stretch marks thrown in for fun. I kept waiting for that second trimester burst of energy and so far, it just ain’t happening. It’s just a means to an end, just like all the crap that went along with the fertility treatments. I got through those. I’ll get through this. I had just hoped to enjoy it a little more. Of course, now that we’re approaching that same stretch of time where things all went to shit before, the anxiety is cranking up. It’s just hard. And I’m having a brief dip into the “It isn’t fair” pool for the time being. I wanted to be all glowy and round and happy pregnant. Instead, I’m exhausted, fat/bloaty/itchy/can’t sleep/my back is killing me, sort of getting by pregnant.
I wonder if just really needing a pick-me-up counts as a good enough reason for an abdominal sonogram. If not, it should.