25w2d

Every day that passes feels like a day that I wasn’t sure would ever get here, and I couldn’t be more thankful. I had a great appointment this morning. My cervix is still long and closed. My doctor offered to continue the weekly scans until I get to 28 weeks, but I told her I only want two more. I couldn’t believe it, just because who turns down an ultrasound, and am I really confident enough that I’m okay with that? Of course, that doesn’t mean that I won’t totally panic in two weeks and call them crying and begging to come in. We’ll see.

The little dude looked great again this morning. He was sleeping with an arm up over his head and his other hand in his wide-open mouth, which is how we usually find him. He’s active on a pretty set schedule and has turned out to be a wonderful poke-punch partner. I poke. He punches. Dave keeps telling me to leave him alone, but I can’t resist. It’s not like I’m poking hard.

In other news, my belly gets bigger every time I look in the mirror. I haven’t figured out how I’m going to put shoes on as I get further along because it’s already requiring a lot of effort (and flexibility that I don’t seem to have anymore).

Ah, such wonderful “problems” to have.

14 thoughts on “25w2d

  1. You look great. As for the shoe problem, from now on only wear slippers. Problem solved, you’re welcome 😛

  2. You look wonderful! I was going to suggest flip flops, but in your area of the country, that really wouldn’t work out too well! How about slippers? LOL

    And yes, a wonderful ‘problem’ to have. So glad everything is progressing well! Any names selected yet?

  3. Ha, they don’t just look huge, Susie.

    Thanks, everyone. Oh, and Andrea, he has a name, but we’re keeping it a secret until he’s born. Unless I see you in person, where I am bound to slip.

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