Last night I tried to spend some time uploading to my husband about the prenatal appointment I had last week. I read all the pamphlets about genetic testing and the screenings I have to decide about. The decisions are more straightforward than I thought at this point - if we were to get some indication of chromosomal disorder, the decisions would get much harder.
At one point he asked me how I felt about being pregnant. I didn't really have a lot to say about it - most of the time I forget that I'm pregnant. More than anything, it's just another responsibility I have to take care of, like making sure the cat gets fed or calling the plumber when the faucet is leaking. Mind you, I don't feel resentful; I just don't feel anything at all. I look the same. There's no reminder that I'm carrying a little grape-sized parasite that was our goal for over a year. I'm getting better about eating more frequently throughout the day, so I haven't felt as sick (except yesterday when I skipped lunch in favor of playing online computer games for four hours - then I felt hungry and sick and grumpy). Really, I haven't felt that sick at all. I've felt a little more tired, but not enough to even sleep the ten hours a night that all the books say I should be getting. So I'm lucky that my symptoms thus far have been really light. Wonder when I'll start to feel the constant presence of another creature.
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