My Growing Belly
Finally, we have arrived to the last week of the first trimester. ( A few weeks ago I was having a severe case of pregnancy brain and kept referring to them as 'semesters'. Ha.) Week 13, and finally I do not feel as sick! It also helps that I have gotten over three cases of the flu this season and four colds, the last of which turned into a sinus infection. And although I still have a bit of congestion and my voice is still a tad gravelly, I am on the uphill journey towards good health, and I couldn't be happier! I am also extremely thankful for the bout of warmer weather last week, as I was also contracting a serious case of the winter blues.
Alright, my belly has finally 'popped' a little bit more, but it's only really visible if I'm sitting. And maybe pushing it out a little. Hee hee. Soon I'm hoping to maybe put up some pictures. They say you can't really feel the squirmy little tadpole swimming around til about the 17th week, but with CR, I felt her around the 16th week. This time I swear I can feel something moving around. It's not very noticeable, but when I lay still, I'm sure I can feel a tiny little fluttering sensation. And seeing as he/she's about the size of a shrimp...seriously, how could someone NOT feel that in their innards??
How your baby's growing:
Now Vs. Then
About this time last year, Corey was in California waiting to be deployed, and I had a newborn on my hands. Lately I've been having flashbacks, and it's almost like I feel he has to leave again. It's the oddest sensation, and I can only attribute it to some sort of post traumatic stress disorder. I remember the worst part of it was waiting. Just waiting. It was almost more of a relief when he actually made it to Afghanistan. Now strangely enough, this is the first month he's been back that he has to attend his unit's drill. Which so happens to be today through Sunday. It's the first time since he's been back that we've been apart for longer than a day, and it's freaking me out. You'd think that after spending almost a year apart it would be easier to handle, but it's actually more difficult. In fact, I had a nightmare last night that instead of drill, they were deploying him again, and by the end of the dream I had received a call about his death and I was arranging his funeral. It was so morbid that when I woke up, all I could do was cling to him, and remind myself that he was still alive, and perfectly safe. Now that I'm awake and thinking clearly, I realize how unrealistic that scenario is right now, but it was still quite unsettling.
What can I say? She's still as adorable as ever, gets into as much trouble as usual, and still does quirky little things. One change is that she's become affectionate, almost on the verge of clingy. I will be washing dishes, and she'll run up behind me and hug my legs. Or I'll sit on the couch to watch her play and she come lays her head on my lap. She just gets more endearing every day. Also, every time Corey says "Amen" after praying over a meal, she laughs. She thinks it's the funniest thing.