It occurred to me late last night, that today I am 16 weeks pregnant and that Hazel is 16 months old! One of those things that I think are really neat and my husband can't understand why I'm even bothering to comment on :)
I'm thrilled to announce that the queasiness and all-encompassing fatigue have passed! I'm not energetic, but also don't need TWO naps a day just to make it till dinner. So glad I wasn't working full-time during the first trimester! Tonight is my first real appointment with our midwife. I'm SO excited. Last week I went to the women's clinic where I felt like herded cattle and the 2.3 seconds I spent with the Doctor left me feeling unimportant, uncherished, and ungoddess-like. Tonight when my midwife arrives at MY house and sits on my couch just to chat about everything pregnancy related that passes through my OR my husband head... I think I will feel important, cherished, and like a true pregnant goddess.
As I type, Hazel is standing next to my chair, her head on my leg, her hand pulling up my shirt to rub my side. It's aboslutely precious. She LOVES to show her belly and have it tickled and she also really LOVES pulling up mama and dada's shirts to peek a little skin. I love my 16 month old (who weighs 22 pounds and is just under the 50% for height and weight... quite a relief 'cause the girl eats CONSTANTLY!). It's too bad she won't remember this time in her life when our world revolved completely around her. Soon(ish) she'll be an older sister, but for now, she is my only baby and I'll read her board books 1000 times (per day) as long as she'll sit on my lap and snuggle!