changes

In the past two weeks, the kicking has become much, much stronger. I don't know whether it means stronger legs on #14 or that the placenta moved out from the front, but it's been a very different feeling. It's strange how something can be both disconcerting and reassuring at the same time.

I talked to a friend on the phone yesterday, and she asked me whether we had the nursery all ready. HA. Maybe if I would stop moving out to that bed at 4 a.m. we'd be more inclined to take it down.

One step at a time. Today's was the linen/medicine/cleaning supplies closet. I have a lot to learn about what kinds of baby accoutrements we might need space for inside it, but at least now we have the space.

Ultrasound done, now waiting for next ultrasound

2.7 mm, no heartbeat yet. We are scheduled for another ultrasound next Monday. My impression is that everything seems to be normal so far.

I know we were both hoping for an early heartbeat today. We got this far before, and everything fell apart in the week that followed. And now we've got to wait the next six days knowing what happened then.

Is it possible to be optimistic and still gut-wrenchingly anxious?