18 weeks

 

I know!  The belly looks smaller!!  That's because of the removal of that massive cyst.  I'm not kidding, it was that big - they showed me.  Like, Outback Steakhouse sweet potato-sized.  But belly shrinkage and all, our baby #2 is doing perfect.

 

• My next doctor visit is in a few days - that's when we will have the post-surgery talk.  I'm almost 100% recovered and I am so grateful.  I can laugh and sneeze and cough without screaming.  I can run around with Patrick again.  I can wear underwear (that isn't granny panties) again.  My incision is still a very ugly reminder of it all - it actually is still tender to the touch.  But it doesn't matter.  We're all healthy and that is what matters.
 
• During a performance of Rumpelstiltskin at school yesterday, the baby really got a good move in and I literally gasped.  It was magnificent.
 
• I don't really have "cravings" per say, I just want to eat anything anytime.  Well I take that back - I guess I did have a craving for sour gummy worms a couple weeks ago.  I told my class about it, promising that anyone who brought me a bag of them would get extra credit (which was a big deal because I do not give extra credit).  The next day one of my 8th graders brought me in the most gigantic bag of Trolli Sour Brite Crawlers you ever saw.  It was like a neverending bag.  The sight of it kind of makes me want to barf now.
 
• I'm slowly compiling a list of "things" I want for the new baby that I didn't have with Patrick.  For example, a wipes warmer.  I thought that was the most idiotic thing ever, but now I realize how much more comfortable on the tush it must be to have a warm wipe versus a polar ice glacier wipe. 
 
• I'm already to the point where it's hard to sit or stand for long periods of time.  People are really in the mode of offering me chairs and I just can't get enough.  Why yes, I'd love to sit down.  And it's also hard going up three flights of stairs to my classroom.  For real, I'm not complaining.  It just is.  (It's hard not prego too.  Stairs suck.)
 
• By the way, my due date is Halloween.  Yes, 10-31-13.  You all know how much I love Halloween (::side eye::).  But now I have to learn to love it for other reasons.  Besides, what are the chances the baby will come on his/her due date?  Five percent.  That's a little high for my comfort zone...