...I think some of this belly might be fetus-related. Even though said fetus is the size of a grape.
In any case, I feel huge. Maybe it's because I've gone up a cup size and gained six pounds (kind of inevitable when you're munching all the time to keep queasiness at bay). Or maybe I'm just bracing myself for the hugeness to come.
This baby decided to implant on the left horn of my uterus. I find this very cool, because based on where I felt Westley's feet, he was clearly in the right side. As I said to Rob, "It's like they have their own rooms!" I'm surprised he didn't make a Womb of One's Own joke.
I don't want to say this too loudly, because I'm all kinds of superstitious about this pregnancy stuff now, but my spotting appears to have stopped. I'm still going to have a follow-up ultrasound to check things out, though. I'm trying to be optimistic while also steeling myself for a bad outcome. It's not an easy balancing act.
In the meantime, I'm a total mess of symptoms, much more so than when I was pregnant with Westley. My breasts are sore all the time. I have headaches, which is completely new to me; I'm not a headache-getter. And I can't seem to get enough sleep, no matter how early I get to bed and how late Rob lets me sleep in. Yesterday I took a two-hour nap without meaning to!
While looking through my jewelry box for an unoccupied chain, I found this tiny gold stork.
It was a Mother's Day gift to my mom thirty years ago, when she was pregnant with me.