17 Weeks (& change)

I have totally failed the whole NaBloPoMo thing but whatever. Also I’m a couple of days late on this post too but hey, it has a picture! (that makes it all better, right??)

How Far Along? 17 weeks, 23 weeks until due date, 7 weeks to viability

How big is baby? According to THE baby book, baby is about 5 in & 5 oz.

Weight gained? 14 lbs (I had my OB appt today so I didn’t have a choice in the matter)

Movement? Yes. I’m confident with saying that I have been feeling movement although nothing is on a consistent basis yet.

Feeling? Same as last week.

Health updates? I had my OB appointment today and everything is fine. Baby’s heart rate was 138, so right where it should be. No news is good news right?

I did get pretty devastating news today though. My OB is leaving the practice. I’m still stunned. I love my OB. I cried most of this morning. Her last day in going to be the last part of January so I’m either going to be changing my OB in the 3 trimester or changing hospitals all together to go wherever she ends up. I have no idea what I want to do yet. I know how this hospital works. I know what to expect and any wherever she ends up is going to be significantly farther away than she is now. That is not something that is really convenient when there is an emergency. She knows me and my history though. I know that I can trust her as she was my OB with Parker and also delivered him. I don’t want to have to make this choice. She couldn’t even tell me where she was going to go because it is not official yet and she is only telling a few of her ladies as the information isn’t “public” yet. No matter what choice I make it is going to suck because either way, switching OB’s or hospitals is not ideal in the 3rd trimester. ::headdesk::

I did finally take a belly picture though. I found that it is a good use of my tripod that has so far only been collecting dust.


::sigh:: tomorrow is a new day.

Some days are harder than other. Today was one of those days.

I’m utterly exhausted, (which, by the way, I thought was supposed to get better in the second trimester) and extremely hormonal while going through a stressful high risk pregnancy. Needless to say my patience is really, really thin. Now, add my 2-year-old son who thinks Mommy is a jungle gym with a fluffy new punching/kicking bag for a tummy that is oh so much fun to jump on, and his ear-splitting, high pitch excited shreek, who decided not to nap today. It’s been a very long, tearful day.

I know that all parents have these kinds of days. I know that this is some kind of phase he is going through. Okay, I’m praying that it is a phase. I know that things might get harder before they get better but I hate not having the patience that my son deserves. I hate that I’ve been short with him. I hate that I’ve been quick to raise my voice. I hate that I don’t know how to help him to understand that what he is doing is hurting me/can hurt him/might hurt the baby/not something we do inside/etc…

I’ve tried everything I can think of. I’ve taken other parents advice. Family’s advice. Friend’s advice. His Doctors advice. Researched, and have done what the “professionals” advise to do. Nothing works, and I’ve decided it’s not going to because there isn’t anything that I can say or do to “make” him understand. It’s up to me to find my patience, be consistent with everything, and pray that this “phase” passes quickly. I just have to remind myself that he is just being a 2-year-old boy doing what little boys do. (Lord help me if I get another one.)