Today I'm celebrating what a great, hard-working Dad I have, and I'm also busy imagining what an amazing Dad my husband will be. He's already so involved with the pregnancy and supportive and excited about all that's ahead of us, I have no doubt in my mind that he'll pour an equal amount of energy into being a Daddy. Picturing him with our baby in his arms literally brings tears to my eyes.
I am now 15 weeks along and still feeling great. My symptoms are few and definitely things I can handle. I've had a few very dull headaches that seem to be a result of not getting enough fluids. Since I was dehydrated at my first doctor's visit, making sure I take in sufficient liquids is something I really have to stay on top of. I also notice that I get tired easier and prefer to go to bed earlier, but I'm happy to have much more energy than I did in the first trimester. An occasional sleepless night is something that I'm sure I can attribute to changing hormones. My occasional back pain and muscle spasms in my legs come and go, as normal, but don't seem to be any worse due to the pregnancy. Also, I'm definitely experiencing the "swelling" that I've heard so much about, and since it occurs mostly in my feet and ankles - where I can't feel, I just make sure to pay attention.
It's interesting and exciting to observe the changes that are happening within me. Some things are visible, including my growing belly, but others are more subtle. For example, my taste buds are different. I'm not quite craving anything out of the ordinary, but there are things that I used to love that just don't sound good anymore. Once in a while, it's even challenging picking something that does appeal to my appetite. Also, I can't help but laugh at how often I cry. Anything that touches me emotionally brings tears to my eyes.
I'm so happy and thankful to be spending the weekend with my husband. He's been working almost non-stop for the past two and a half weeks, even spending some time out of town. While I never like being without him, this time felt unusually tough. He's my rock and when he's not around, I feel like part of me is missing, especially now. When we were able to see each other, we'd steal some quite moments and lay on our backs and dream. There's so much to imagine and it's so fun sharing what each other are thinking of.
We can't wait for the next appointment with our perinatal doctor on July 6th, when there's a really good chance we will found out the sex of the baby. It seems like baby names are constantly running through my head in all sorts of combinations, and it will be nice to be able to narrow them down a bit. Also, I believe I've entered what people are calling the "nesting phase" because I'm so eager to start preparing the baby's room.
We patiently await the arrival of our sweet little baby and continue to be appreciative of all the people that are sending love, blessings and happy thoughts. Happy Father's Day to all the great Dads and Grandpas out there!