Tomorrow I'll be 12 weeks and I can't be more thankful that the nausea has subsided. Sometimes I'll gag quiet profusely with certain smells, but overall I don't have that continuous sick feeling. I don't feel as tired, but Julian is cuddly and napping quite a bit. I'm not sure if it's a growth spurt, but I hold him a lot.
Next Tuesday I have my midwife appointment. I'm not sure if I already stated this, but all appointments are here at the house, so that is so convenient for me. I'm hoping she is able to find the heartbeat. I will also have my first 13 week ultrasound next Thursday (Halloween) too, and then my crazy dreams about twins will hopefully disappear. I am so set on this being the last child that I'm afraid my world would be extremely rocked with twins...ha ha!
My wonderful friend gave birth to a beautiful boy and I'm waiting (impatiently) to read her birth story since she didn't use drugs or an epidural. I know it was long for her. I have read Julian's story a few times already to get my mind prepared again and I just hope that it will be a much shorter labor. My midwife calculated my active labor at 19 hours...not 53. Yes my contractions started every 5 minutes days before birth and I didn't get much sleep for 2 days, but the active labor was 19 hours, so I'll stop bragging and telling people 53 hours :)
Julian is getting particular about putting certain things in their places and finicky about other things. I put yogurt on his oatmeal, like I do everyday, and he threw the biggest tantrum and said he was all done. He didn't eat breakfast. Ugh. Seriously, I don't know how to keep from laughing or being extremely annoyed. He now eats tacos in a shell and anything that falls out he refuses to eat...which is all of it. ugh.
...I still feel like I love him more than I ever have.
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