Life: still hectic.
Work: still remarkably unsupportive of the pregnancy. I’m looking for something new, but it’s really hard to find a place that wants to hire a pregnant woman–not that I can blame them, but still.
Love life: Good! Haven’t spotted for awhile, so “Mommy and Daddy’s Special Bedroom Time” is back on track–for the most part. When I’m not too tired to even contemplate the deed. 😉
Parental Life: Nea has been bumped to the “Big Kids” class. Her slight discipline problem seems to have evened itself out–which is all to the good, as I was starting to worry that perhaps we’d given birth to some sort of sociopath, given her hitting, scratching, and pushing of kids too small to defend themselves. We DID have an issue the other day when Nea, her friend Hannah, and her friend Charlie colored all over their tummies with crayon. THAT story made it around married student housing in record time, as Charlie was given a time out for it, Hannah was not, and whether or not Nea got one, too, was unknown. The general feeling seemed to have been if one got a time out, they should ALL have gotten a time out. So I’d heard all about it by the time I went to pick Nea up. Sure enough, she had color on her tummy. The teacher said, “I’m not really sure what happened. I wasn’t in charge, I was on diaper duty. I don’t know who was in charge or why they weren’t paying closer attention.” Linnea looked at her and said, “I’m in charge.” So there you go.
Belly report: I’ve popped. I don’t think I looked this big until I was 20 weeks along with Linnea. Somewhere around week nine I went to bed looking normal and got up the next morning looking pregnant. I can no longer see my feet, and just have to trust that they’re still there. MIL keeps saying, “I wonder if you’re pregnant with twins.” I keep saying, “With as often as they’ve had the tweeter scope up there, checking things out, if there were two: we’d know.” We got to hear the heartbeat externally a couple of weeks ago–I’d had more spotting, and the doc didn’t want to do another ultrasound if she didn’t have to, so she said she’d try and hear the heartbeat with the doppler. Because this woman knows me, she cautioned that it was VERY EARLY to hear the heartbeat externally, and that if we didn’t find it, I shouldn’t freak out because she’d do an ultrasound to make sure everything was fine. She found it–loud, and strong, and steady. She cried. I cried. It was good. There’s a lot of really wonderful sounds in the world, but none that are better than the first sound of your baby’s heartbeat…maybe especially when you weren’t sure you’d ever get to hear it.
And now I’m going to toddle off to bed and try to get another hour’s sleep befo