That's 4 months to you!
I've been *terrible* at photos. I'll take one today though. I took one at about 3 months. The comparison will be nice!
Nothing much has changed.
I have indeed got a little motivation back. Still tired, but more motivated to get things done.
That might have something to do with the the fact that I lost my job. Long story short, I was not doing my job well. I was finding being nice, and productive while pregnant really hard, apparently.
I say apparently because I can sometimes be clueless. I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but I have trouble seeing how my actions effect others (and then therefore, myself). I was blindsided. I don't think it was handled well, and I'm perusing action. I don't expect much to come from it. I can't imagine, other than 2 weeks termination pay, I'll get anything from it. But I intend to rock the boat, just enough, for a couple higher ups to wonder what is going on.
So that has me just a little stressed out. I trust we will be fine. And even in my 'weak' moments of worry, I still believe it.
But back to Ziggy! The exciting blessing of my life (uh oh, am I sounding like a sappy parent already!?)
I have been feeling movement, very randomly, since about 12 weeks. At first it just feels like a whisper.
But for the last 3 nights I've been feeling Pokes. And last night I put my hand on my lower stomach and felt Ziggy poke my hand. I had a giggling fit (with some tears) and debated waking J, but he had to get up at 5:30am, and it was already midnight. Ironically (or whatever) I couldn't fall back to sleep and got up at 6:30.
Thank goodness for naps (and not having to work so I can nap?)