So, sixteen weeks.
There’s not a lot of anything new to update. The nausea and exhaustion continue, as does the expansion of my uterus.
My joints have gone to shit and I succeeded in sleeping badly last night, waking up with my left shoulder fully dislocated. I’m sort of glad that I was half asleep relocating it, because I don’t remember much, except that it hurt and all of the muscles around it were spasming.
The muscles in my neck are swollen this morning and my shoulder blades ache, but that is nothing unusual.
Still no weight gain, but I seem to have stopped the weight loss, finally. Eating is becoming easier, provided I don’t forget to take the maxalone and my EDS nausea doesn’t flare (which involves remembering to take my PPI medication every morning).
Apparently the baby this week is the size of an avocado, which merely makes me crave avocado and toast and doesn’t speak to me of a baby kicking around in there.
Oh! And movement – from the small flutters I’ve been getting, we’ve transitioned upwards to definite pokes, some of which can be felt externally. Amy is very eager to feel the baby kick and I’m hoping I can indulge her in the next few weeks.
Isaac however just wants to kiss and pat my stomach, which is very cute at lunchtime and not so cute 30 minutes after he’s been put to bed.
My breasts are huge (you can see me trying to contain them) and starting to leak. This I find incredibly unfair – I didn’t have to deal with randomly leaking breasts until I was 7 months along with both other children, so what the hell body?
Yet again, I can repeat that despite the nausea, exhaustion and broken joints, this is my least eventful pregnancy.
It’s a bit bizarre, in a good way.
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