18 weeks

18 weeks is a fun time. I spent the "snow" day on Wednesday cleaning out my closet and doing the official switch to maternity clothes. I'm looking for more GAP tank tops because the girls seem ready to slap people in the face. I need more coverage than I'm getting from the typical maternity tank tops. I'm trying not to buy more clothes, but I've kept wearing maternity tank tops with my regular clothes.

The cool thing about feeling little jabs and pokes is that I'm keeping positive. The bad thing about little jabs and pokes is that whenever I don't feel them, I freak out. So I'm alternating between awesome happiness and total mopiness.

I feel like my body is changing faster this time. I guess that makes sense, but I'm already struggling to get off the floor and I don't think I should be acting like this. I should still be spry and running all over the place. I'm sure this has a lot to do with the long dark winter and my total lack of physical activity.

Speaking of activity, I did get out my prenatal exercise DVDs. I moved them from the box of maternity clothes to a shelf near the TV. That's progress.

My next appointment is on Monday afternoon.

Things with my SIL are looking as good as they can at this point. This past week has been hell for her and her husband. As of now, her numbers have finally started dropping and we're hoping she can avoid all interventions and this whole thing can be done. It's hard to grieve when you don't even know what's happening with your body. I guess I've been lucky that I've never gone more than a day without knowing exactly what happened. So we're all getting through that.