16 weeks sounds like a lot of weeks

You guys, I am so happy that it's August. It just sounds so... second-trimester-y, somehow. Like January is suddenly not actually that far away anymore. And I'm 16 weeks today, which sounds like four months even though it's really more like three and a half, and four months sounds like a lot of months, too.

I'm still in DC, and yes, this end part of the trip is seriously dragging, and yes, there may have been some tears when video chatting with Torsten, but tomorrow I go home and oh, I am so excited about that. Twelve days is a lot of days to be away. But this is the last time for a long time and I am happy about that.

My 16-week prenatal appointment is on Friday and so now that I am officially at 16 weeks it is time for me to do what Swistle described and start wondering if everything is OK in there. It is weird being pregnant, getting weird crampy twinges all over the place, both lower in the abdomen where the baby actually is, and higher up where the baby cannot possibly be, and therefore which I can only ascribe to organs and intestines being shoved out of the way as the uterus grows. And there have been a couple of weird flick-like feelings and one moment of possible fluttering that could imply movement, or could imply, I don't know, intestines? It's really quite hard to know.

Anyway, my belly is definitely growing. I still look like I've been eating too many Skittles to the untrained eye but I myself can tell there's a baby bump going on. I measured my belly and it's added two inches in the last two weeks. That seems like a lot of inches in just two weeks but it doesn't look THAT much bigger so maybe that's just a regular amount. I also am 93% sure I can feel my uterus, a hard part of my lower belly that starts at my pelvic bone and stops about three inches below my belly button. And those seem like positive signs that growth is still happening. And the weepiness seems like a positive sign too.

Plus I'm in the second trimester and there's no reason to think that growth wouldn't still be happening. But I'm almost to my next appointment and that means it's time for the Morbid Wonderings! Basically, if we don't find a heartbeat on Friday there had better be an ultrasound to show us a healthy Piglet, is what I'm saying.

Oh, and speaking of morbid thoughts, since I'm pregnant and all, guess what grown-up responsible thing we did? We got life insurance for Torsten! I already have some, through work, but since he, you know, works for himself, he doesn't. But now he does! I am not the type to sit there envisioning terrible scenarios in which my beloved husband encounters an early demise, but it is oddly reassuring to know that if something terrible were indeed to happen, in the midst of my grief and what I assume would be my complete inability to function, I would not get foreclosed upon and end up a single mother living with her baby in a box under a bridge.

We find comfort wherever we can, right?