We made a very momentous decision last night - what to call the baby until little he or she arrives? With Ella, it was Pickle, then Picklette once we found out the gender. And this baby will be...drumroll, please...Peanut! Not totally original, but my mom has called me Peanut my whole life and Wes seemed to like it. So there. One less decision to make.
Today is another good day! I definitely have a "ticking time bomb" feeling about me with regards to when the rest of my symptoms will hit. It's like I wake up in the morning and only open one eye, peek around the room and ask myself how I'm feeling. "I think I'm okay. Am I really okay? Nope, still don't feel sick. Yeah! Out of bed!!"
I still have a very calm, positive feeling about this pregnancy which I'm hoping is going to be prophetic for the next nine months. Where's a time machine when you need one?
I did my official weigh-in this morning, and I'm at 139 pounds. Hopefully, I won't drop too much and won't land at much more than 165 or 170 by the time Peanut chooses to arrive. I think we'll start doing weekly belly shots on Monday. I'm so curious to see if I pop sooner this time! With Ella, I don't think I really showed until 18 weeks or more.
Today, we made plans for a date night next Saturday and Wine Night at the end of the month. I feel so hesitant making plans, not knowing how I'll feel (or how I'll fake drinking wine in a small group...guess I'll have to lie about not feeling well with my IC or just let the cat out of the proverbial bag) but I can't keep life on hold, can I?
Wouldn't it be wonderful to be pregnant AND keep living a regular life this time? Almost seems like too much to ask for, but I'm going to ask anyway.
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