Groove getting

I ordered a birthday present for papa today.

He’s been wearing wolf shirts from The Mountain for a few years now, and it’s almost become a ritual for us to get him one for his birthday or Christmas or whatever. I think he wears them, in part, because they annoy mama. But now, everyone in the family has embraced the shirts, and we think of him immediately when we see one.

His birthday is right around the time that we’ll feel safe telling a wider net of friends and family about the baby. So Graham and I figured that if we got this onesie:

and gave it to papa for his birthday with another shirt for himself, he’ll be able to figure out what’s going on.

My drop of blood on Tuesday seemed to be a one off.  I haven’t seen any sign at all of any more blood since then. It scared me quite a bit, but I figure at this point that there’s not much I can do about it.  After I’ve seen the doctor, I think I’ll have fewer freakouts about miscarriage and the like, but I am relatively healthy, and it does seem like everything is moving along fairly well.

I noticed last night in the shower that my nipples are a bit darker.  My boobs are also slightly bigger, and I fear that I’ll be struggling with bras all pregnancy long.  And I’m peeing all the time.  Other than that, I am relatively symptom free.  I get tired earlier than usual lately.  But I don’t feel particularly bad, and I haven’t had any food issues or weird cravings of yet.

I have a two more days of my fourth week.  I’m sort of thinking that next weekend will be a bit of a milestone, as that’s six weeks, and supposedly that’s when you can start hearing the baby’s heartbeat.

Today was the last day that I’ll take my basal temperature.  It’s been pretty steady over the course of the last week, and it doesn’t really help me anymore.  I read that it can serve to unnecessarily freak people out, and after going through the drop of blood a few days ago, I feel that unnecessary freak outs need to be eliminated from my life.  So for the first time since late July last year, I won’t start my day by taking my temperature.  I never missed a single day.

I called Wooch today to ask what he thought of spin class and pregnancy, swearing him to secrecy about the baby. He said it was a really healthy thing to do for a pregnancy, and I should be sure to come every week. I shouldn’t work too hard, but it’s definitely one of the safer things to do.  I’ve been looking for a yoga class to join, but this silly heated yoga phase has taken over the city, and it’s damned hard to find one that isn’t hot.  Apparently that’s a no-no for pregnancy.  I’m going tomorrow at lunch to a class. We’ll see how that one goes.

I also decided to walk for my graduation from the School of Public Health. This is sort of silly, but I want a picture of my pregnant self in a graduation gown for our baby to see.  There’s one of mama when she got her degree from the same school. She was much further along with Olivia than I am with this little one (I’m going to have to come up with a pregnancy name: Graham is going with “demon spawn”, but I think I want something more original).   This kid will be able to see Daddy graduate in a few years, but I want mama’s education to also be intertwined with his or her sense of self.

I’m getting really excited.  Tonight, I’m going to start on a quilt for the baby. Something small and simple for a first quilt, but I’ll eventually make something big for his or her bed too.

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