Breezing

In brief: a benign sense of calm.

I'm hungry all the time, I feel some hint of heaviness in my abdomen,
and the duck walk can't be far off. All between my ears? Who knows.

The last two days I've been mostly stunned. I feel calm - unexpectedly so.
Sure, I can sense the shadow of fear, uncertainty and doubt creeping
in at the edges.
But, there's either going to be a baby to take home at the end of this
rainbow or there isn't. There's little I can do to make it happen.

Don't get me wrong - I'm not calm because I decided to be. No, no. I
just am, and that's fine by me. Right now I'm happy to be here, in the
running.

I've made an appointment with my RE for an u/s in 10 days time. Seems
like a perfectly absurd thing to do.

Otherwise I haven't done much, except brush up on what you're not
supposed to eat. My book on p... pr... preg... pregnancy (there, I've
said it) is in storage. Together with our stroller, the bouncer, all
the baby clothes and items that have been returned from lending out.
The book I'd like to retrieve soon, the rest I'll just finger
longingly.