
17 weeks! This has been the week of finding my boundaries and getting used to my changing body.
Last Monday (a week ago today), I fell out of bed. How did that happen? I don't really know, except that I went to swing my legs over the edge, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, crying. I ended up with a fist-sized bruise on my back.
I told myself that I was all better, and I took Friday off to work on the house and clean and prepare for Christmas. I got a lot done, but I ended up with an achy back and being exhausted for the whole weekend.
Today, I finally felt back to normal, and, after work, I was doing some laundry in the basement when I tried to step over my bike and ended up on the floor, having caught the pedal. I was so angry with myself for not just moving the bike first. I did cut myself somewhat, but good to know the Lovenox is not overly thinning my blood since I had pretty much clotted by the time I made it upstairs to clean myself up.
On the mental side, I've been having nightmares about not being able to find the heartbeat any more. I'm not sure where this extra anxiety is coming from, but I am so happy that I have the Doppler and have been able to check on Baby Rhody. I even had a dream that my dogs were sick and given 24 hours to live! Yikes!
I got a Facebook message from a "friend" of mine today that I haven't spoken to in over a year. She wanted to let me know that she's pregnant. It wasn't planned; I don't even know if she's in a relationship. I suppose I should reply with some congratulations, but I really want to ask her why she felt the need to tell me. She doesn't know about my pregnancy--in fact, most of our non-local friends don't. I was considering announcing after our "big" ultrasound next week, but considering the anxious week I've been having, I'm not commiting to anything!