I am 24 weeks pregnant. Wow. Just. . . wow. Does this make me six months? I haven't really figured out the month system but Sunflower is viable. Just barely, but now he has a chance and a chance is bigger than anything I could have imagined when I started this journey. Sometimes I catch my breath as I realize this might really happen. To be honest, even though I love my son, I haven't really allowed myself to daydream what it will be like when he's here. Right now that's an abstract concept. As I hit 24 I'm wondering when it will hit me that this is happening.
Viable is awesome but I must remind my son that he's not yet done baking because the way he's been stomping on my cervix I think he wants to come out and play. Last night I rubbed my belly and spoke to him, asking him to please stop, and . . . he did. It was amazing to interact with him, to soothe him. If only I could convince him to kick me in the ribs now instead.
I went to a book club today and one of the girls asked me when are you due? I stared at her, really? I look pregnant? You couldn't wipe that dumb grin off my face. [Hopefully I'll get a belly shot posted soon!]
In another effort to embrace hopefulness I finally got a copy of Baby Bargains to get an idea of what's out there and then promptly proceeded to panic because cribs and the like can apparently take many weeks to ship and the April date I've set to go shopping for things may be too late. Jack is insisting he does not want to baby shop yet so maybe I will start doing a little bit of exploring on my own to see what is out there.
Still having my fearful moments. Still wondering if the twinge or the pull is the beginning of the end but doing a lot better than I was. Kate's advice to make small goals is helping. My new goal is to reach 26 weeks. That's manageable, not quite as scary as waiting for week 40. Though the lab results said I did not have an infection, I'm fairly convinced something funny is going on since it kind of hurts to go to the bathroom and I just feel odd. I have my monthly OB appointment Monday and then I see the MFM on Wednesday so I'm being patient and waiting until then to see what is going on.
In the meantime I'm six times four. I'm 12 plus 12. I'm 24. Twenty Four weeks. And I'm happy.