For the most part, things have been going really well. Our baby girl kicks and punches and moves around a lot at various times throughout the day, and I absolutely love it! I feel like I'm starting to pick up on her "schedule" a bit, so I kind of know when to anticipate her workouts. Her movement has helped make these three weeks between appointments feel so much more manageable (we go in again on Wednesday).
I went shopping on Saturday like I promised I would...and I think I did pretty well. I spent $111 and got two pairs of pants and six shirts. That's pretty good, right? The shirts were "buy one, get one free", which totally helped. I know that I said that I was afraid of the maternity pants, but they were on clearance for less than $20 each, so I took the risk. I consider them "almost normal"--they have a zipper and all, but they fit low below my belly, and have elastic on the side that I can take-in/let-out as needed. I was surprised that I actually still fit into a (maternity) size 4...but I gave myself some room and went with a 6 in one pair and an 8 in the others (they didn't have a 6 in that color...so I gave myself plenty of room in those).
So there I was with all of these new clothes...and then I had a bit of a freak-out. Just when I thought I could relax...something happened to raise my concern levels again. I'll spare the details, but let's just say that I had some "funky discharge". It was so extremely minimal, and I would have never noticed it if I weren't such a great toilet paper inspector. But I did notice it...and it did worry me a bit. Since we have an appointment on Wednesday, I told myself that if noticed it at all today, that I would call my doctor--if not, then I would just mention it in our appointment on Wednesday. So far, everything seems totally normal today, so perhaps it was nothing (but I'll shave on Wednesday...just in case).
Even through this little ordeal, I could feel our baby girl kicking away...so I trusted that everything was fine with her. But I just want to make sure that I am doing everything that I can to provide a safe environment for her in which she can continue to grow and develop for the next 18 weeks. And yet, there is only so much that I can control--and I just have to leave the rest up to God and trust in Him. But I sure wouldn't mind a few extra prayers that everything is okay with both our baby girl and me.
Today's blessing was the chance to head home early and relax. I ended up working late on Friday to get ready for our first New Student Orientation today, and then rushed (and worried) throughout the weekend, so this really is my first chance to catch my breath and unwind. Let's just hope that tomorrow goes okay with the second day of Orientation.