As of tomorrow, I'll be 22 weeks pregnant, and it's really starting to sink in. Just three more weeks until I hit 25 weeks, when I lost Eliza. And it seems to get harder every day. I have more anxiety, and more depression, even though physically, I'm doing great.
My blood pressure is doing just fine, thank you, and only the slightest swelling in my fingers (engagement ring had to come off, but wedding ring is hanging in there for now). Baby Viv continues to kick and do flips like she's in training for the US Swim Team. But I can't help the anxiety and bad feelings that creep in to everything I do.
I'm hopeful that once I get past 25 weeks, that some of this malaise will also pass. At that point, I will be more pregnant than I have ever been. And that will be a milestone.
Here is a photo I've stolen from the fabulous Ellen, of L.A. Is My Beat, because lord knows I don't take enough photos. Progress on the pumpkin quilt is being made, slowly but surely.