My friends all call this pregnancy a "normal" one. I usually correct them with a honest laugh, tell them that we Infertiles prefer the term "Unassisted". I guess "Spontaneous" works, but sounds too clinical and I don't think this stuff happens without science or God.
Uncomfortable with that last sentence but I'll leave it for now.
Everything is going well. Lots of movement. Can't think of a girl name. Boys name is set. Need to get Jay out of the crib. Not worried anymore. I have not graduated to some higher plane of faith, I just don't have the time to worry like I used to.
Shame really. I am an exceptional worrier.
I fired my OB office for not offering the Harmony, Maternit21 or other type test. Fuckers. I had to find it online myself.
You're fired. CVS/Amnio-pushing fuckers.
Leah asked me why I had a white stripe on my head. I'm so close to delivery that I am doling out my hair coloring to make it to mid May. How is that for shallow. I think I tracked the first take home baby by comparing him/her to fruit sizes. This one's arrival is tracked by how many times I can get my roots done.
Spare time is delightful. I hate to spend it in a chair.
Miss you guys.
