+ Sweet Sixteen +
Today is 16 weeks, Baby O.! We're really getting there. We have 24 weeks to go (give or take). Can you believe it?! I've started telling people who ask that we're about 4 months pregnant, which is just amazing to me. I'm still hovering between maternity and non-maternity clothes, which will probably last for another couple of weeks. You like it when I eat now, which is pretty amusing. Once my stomach starts processing food, you like to move. I still can't really feel anything distinct, but I know it's you wriggling around in there.

It's a good thing I'm getting at least a little of my appetite back. I went in yesterday afternoon for my AFP test, and found my weight is down another pound. I was thinking about this this morning, and thinking next pregnancy I'll probably gain 20 pounds in the first trimester and curse myself for wanting to gain weight. Ha! I still feel healthy, and the nurse asked me if I was eating and taking my vitamins, which I am. So she didn't really seem alarmed. We had trouble drawing my blood though, which caused me to joke that you're stealing it all from me. She couldn't get a vein in either inner elbow (which is fine, since my right arm was already hurting), and had to go in on the back on my left wrist. That worked, though, and I filled the vial like a champ!

Now we have to wait another two weeks, until 10/9, to find out the results. I'm surprisingly not worried about it. I don't take it for granted that it will be fine, I'm just not worrying. If it's not fine, we'll take the next steps as needed and move on. Either way, I love you and I worry for you. Just keep moving. I like it better when I can feel you! And I promise to keep eating and giving you the intestinal lullaby you seem to enjoy.