18 weeks, 2 days.
Today was, in terms of temperature, pleasant the whole day, and so when I crawled out of bed late, I wasn’t nearly as exhausted as I’ve been for the past couple of weeks. I’m still pretty dehydrated, so it’s not all the heat, but at least I’m not passed out on the bed/sofa/chair.
In fact, I even left the house to come out and get some writing done, which is something that’s been badly neglected for the past couple of weeks. Lots of other things have been neglected too, but I can only do so much at once. I really need to finish getting my study together and the upstairs organized, because I already get tired too quickly to get it all done at once, and given how hard it is to bend over now, I’m pretty sure that at, say, 6 months, it’s going to be well-nigh impossible.
But for the moment, I’m feeling a lot more normal than I have in a while – even the dreams, though still very vivid, are generally about good things (more often than not, about the baby, but that’s to be expected). The insane cravings are still there, but otherwise, it’s pretty easy to forget I’m pregnant most of the time, little movements excepted. I do feel little pokes or movements every so often now, but I’ve read that I could have to wait as long as 6 more weeks before I really feel him due to the position of the placenta (I was also told not to worry about it by the doctor). That’s ok – I’ll take the occasional squirmy feeling in my belly for now; I’m a lot less worried after the ultrasound than I was early on.
Ok, back to writing before I get sleepy again. Must take advantage of the non-draining weather while I can


