After having a house free of checked-out library books for the past several days, I finally caved. I took out a few books today. One is about high-risk pregnancy, the second is about pregnancy over 35.
The third is the Diary of Samuel Pepys. Score!
Now that the term paper is over and all I have left are 4 tests (three regular, one final), I feel like I can finally get to reading fun stuff for a few weeks. I have a whole Kindle-full of books waiting for some love, as well as a whole bunch around the house...except that I didn't have the Diary of Samuel Pepys. Now I do, at least for a few weeks. After I take one of the four tests today (the other will be tomorrow, then Thursday, then next Sunday), I may crack it open.
I also ordered a whole lot of yarn from my yarn dealer...er, favorite online store: KnitPicks. After I finish the baby blanket for my now two-month old nephew, I have to start one for my own baby. Plus booties, hats, sweaters, and all the other baby stuff. Eight-plus weeks now...still feeling tired and sore but otherwise fine. Weight is fairly stable, only up one pound since I found out. Pants still fit, though my play-doh belly looks a bit doughier because what's underneath is pushing it out. It may also be time to start shopping for new brassieres because my cups are starting to runneth over.
I can still keep up with the LVNs in running to a code, though. And I never feel the fatigue at work. I'm not sure at what point I'll call a time-out for maternity leave. I'd like to work as long as I can, but again, I'm going to defer to the doctor's recommendations.
Next week is the start of the prenatal testing. I admit, I feel like I'm tempting fate by working on baby gear so early. I know that even at my age--which really isn't that old if you think about it--the odds are very much in my favor of having a healthy pregnancy. The risk of miscarriage is pretty low now and once I cross week 13, will be lower still. Granted, the CVS and amnio carry a risk of miscarriage but it's very small. And to be honest, I'd rather know what I could be facing and so take that risk.
My little one is very excited about the baby. Every time I pick him up from childcare, he introduces me to whichever staff member he sees and tells them that there is a baby in my belly that will come out in February. He will tell anyone and everyone he sees about it: at school, at the store, in the museum, while at the park...at the rate he is going, there are probably villages in Mexico that know about the baby by now.
