Thirteen weeks – that’s how far along I am in this pregnancy, according to the ultrasound dating we received. For the time being I will go along with this, since it’s not that far off from my own calculation (which would put me at three to five days behind). One reason for wanting this to be the dating is that that puts me right at the end of the first trimester, and the beginning of the second. According to the doctor I saw, making it safely to this point greatly reduces the chances that this hematoma I have will cause any problems. Hurray! Much cause for rejoicing! Good thing tomorrow is David’s birthday, so we’re already planning on having cake and ice cream.
Physically I feel pretty good; not at all like I ought to be on heavy lifting/strenuous activity restrictions. I’m still having some ridiculous food aversions here and there (for example, I haven’t felt like I could eat salad lately, and yesterday I couldn’t finish my banana at breakfast), but it hasn’t been as bad as in some of the other pregnancies. Just in the last week I’ve noticed that I’m finally getting past the intense first-trimester fatigue. I have still been taking naps each day, but I’ve been able to wait until afternoon to do so instead of morning, and it’s been a choice I made, knowing I would feel it later if I didn’t, instead of collapsing in response to the inability to keep going. So this definitely constitutes a great improvement in the way things are going!
