I keep reading that by about now, pregnancy fatigue typically subsides. I say that's a lie. Either that or I continue to use pregnancy as an excuse for falling asleep on the couch, yawning during the day, and begging to sleep in (when my daughter is clearly calling for "MOOOOMMMMY!" in the morning).It's beyond me why I forget so much about being pregnant from the first time. The timing of things, the stages, the "rules" (but don't worry, I am not drinking)... In a lot of ways, I am glad I had a blog for Deviney, though I could live without the reminder of how much bigger my belly is week-by-week this time around.
One thing I don't forget, though, is the wait. Waiting to see the doctor again, waiting to hear the heartbeat, waiting to know everything was going well, waiting to feel relief. My next doctor's appointment isn't until the 24th and it feels like a lifetime away. I used to think they had it all backwards - weekly appointments should happen in the early stages of pregnancy and then by the end you could go every 4 weeks or so. Evidently, doctors know a little more on the subject than I do.
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