A delicate pregnancy

I love my son. He got his first glimpse into “crazy mommy” today. And he waited patiently for the storm to blow over. I’m so grateful that he has his father’s personality in that regard.

I have a spa appointment today. While it sounds glamorous, I assure you, it’s not. In any case, I planned on using a gift certificate I received a while back ago. When it came time to looking for it, I couldn’t find it. I ransacked the house, tearing things out of drawers, taking things apart. Nothing. By the time I was done, it looked like our house had been burglarized.

So there I was, a whirlwind of hair and curse words, while Jordan just sat in the middle of the living room, only once asking “What you doing, mommy?” Amazing.

Makes me wonder what #2 is going to be like? We’re already getting glimpses of what he’ll look like, thanks to the sonogram I get every two weeks. I’ve been seeing my high-risk doc every two weeks and she’s been carefully tracking the baby’s growth. And I saw my regular doctor yesterday. Everything is looking good so far. It’s funny how vastly different my experience with this pregnancy is from the first one. When I was pregnant with Jordan, it was sort of like a factory. I very rarely saw my actual doctor, most often seeing the nurse. With this pregnancy, the doctors are handling me like a Ming vase. Delicately and intricately paying attention to every detail. And I can’t help but notice a sense of excitement (if you can call it that) when they do see me. At my first appointment, my high-risk doctor told us, “This is great practice for my (ultrasound) technicians! We very rarely see someone with your condition.”

Very rarely. I hate that phrase. I’m a total freak of medical nature. Well, if there’s one thing I can be accused of, it’s being unique.

Symptoms this week: Every now and then I feel a flutter in my belly. Nothing substantial enough, though, to be felt on the outside just yet.