According to my new DD, I’m 24 weeks pregnant today. I’ll wait until Friday to do the survey since it’s tradition at this point, but I still can’t believe I’m 24 fucking weeks pregnant.
Last night Oliver was kicking up a storm. He doesn’t move around much in the earlier part of the day, but come 5-6 pm he is all over the place. Especially if I’m eating or drinking anything cold and sweet. The one time I do feel him in the morning is when I drink my glass of juice.
I’ve been freaking myself out reading baby center posts. There is a section on the birth boards where women can write their birth stories, and I came across a bunch where women delivered super early and lost their babies (like, 19 weeks early). It’s devastating to read these women’s stories about losing their children. I feel like if they have the courage to write them, I have an obligation to read them and click the “hug” button. I know it sounds so stupid, but I just don’t know how else to say it.
As a result, I’ve begun to over analyze EVERYTHING about my pregnancy. Like, am I having too much discharge? Are my Braxton Hicks too frequent? Why aren’t I feeling him move more often? I know that nothing is wrong but I’ve totally freaked myself out.
But he’s fine. I know he’s totally fine. Especially when his foot is in my rib. He’s fine.
What else. Work is good. Yesterday was crazy. I literally worked up until the last second last night. The shift flew by though, which was really nice. I’m kind of dreading going in today because I know that Pat (day shift secretary) wont put away the inventory that came in so that’s going to have to be the first thing I do when I get there. I hope she doesn’t expect me to do it come July/August. We get giant boxes of paper and hospital supplies that I will NOT be lifting to put onto the shelves. There are plenty of people who work on days. Someone else can put the freakin boxes up.
I hope Kat is working today. She’s my work wife. We have dinner together and complain about everyone else at work. She’s pretty much the coolest person I have ever had the pleasure of working with.
I painted my nails this morning! And made breakfast and dinner, and did some tarot, and I’m writing my second journal entry for the day!
Okay. I’ve got nothing left. Toodleoo!
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