Ominous music plays in the background… Here we are, right on the eve of last-time’s-disaster. Eighteen weeks. And I *don’t* believe that something terrible awaits tomorrow, or this week, or at all. (Not any more than I have throughout the rest of this pregnancy, anyway.) The only thing is, well, I bought a couple of cute clothing items, and I want to post pictures of them – but that’s the last happy post I did with the triplets. “Look at all my cute crap and isn’t everything wonderful?!” and then WHAM, the next day, hospital. So. I don’t know, I’m feeling a little superstitious about taking pictures of cute onesies.
Nevertheless, yep, everything is still awesome. I’m at 38″ around and have gained 8.5# total. One extra pound slipped in among my 1/week goal… Oops. Nevermind, not stressing it – still pulled some Ghiradelli brownies out of my oven an hour ago. I am definitely feeling bigger. Please excuse my gaudy pajama bottoms.
Little else to tell you about. I haven’t had any real repeats of the fetal movement sensation, although a couple of times there have been some twinges that I guess may or may not have been Azuki Bean. Some friends – remember J&M? – looked at our U/S video and said they could see miniature ovaries, so, there’s the opinion of somebody whose expertise is based on them being halfway through (successful!) pregnancy #4 (two girls, two boys). I have a doctor’s appointment this week at the base clinic where I don’t expect too much will happen, but I’ll be sure to let you know even if it’s completely boring.