It looks like I missed my Week 16 post. We have so much going on right now that I often eat my dinner in bed and fall asleep before my husband takes the dishes downstairs to the kitchen for me.
I go Friday for a cervix check. I'm less and less worked up about these appointments because I can feel Clark wiggling in there, especially at night, so I know he's alive. I think I will feel better and better - or at east more confident - when I can really feel him in there every single day without the question of "was that the baby or just digestion?"
My only real pregnancy complaint right now are my poor, poor feet! They are swollen and they HURT so much - the ache is sometimes unbearable. My husband is a dear and often rubs them for me, but they hurt when I am sitting, when I am standing up - really they just hurt all the time.
I have also made the decision to hire a counselor for my daughter. This isn't easy for me, and I'm not sure why. She has lost a lot in the last two years - to both death and divorce. She even had what I can only describe as a panic attack. It scared the crap out of me. Of all the things she can take from my personality, why does panic have to be one of those things?
After a long, teary discussion where she told me she feels responsible for her biological dad abandoning her, I made the call and we go for her first session on Thursday. Cross your fingers that it helps.
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