I feel super nesty at the moment, but I'm very stalled by two things - one, the amount of work that needs to be done in what will be the baby's room, including dismantling a gigantic bunk bed and hauling other furniture out, and two, the fact that I can do so little of it on my own. My husband doesn't get very many days off, and when he does, he's usually pretty worn out and not eager to work on his feet. (He's a pharmacy tech, so he's on his feet 8 hours a day, and he has plantar fasciitis, which is no fun.) I'm just so paranoid, though, that we won't get to this stuff in time while I'm still feeling good and not that huge. He's feeling the time crunch, too - I mentioned something in the car the other day about being almost 6 months pregnant and he just started going "oh god oh god oh god" while he was rubbing his face. Adorable. :P
I feel for everyone having trouble with needing social times and not getting them - people flake around me left and right as well. I'm used to just talking to the animals at this point. :P
I had a great week pregnancy-wise, though! Went to my hypertension specialist yesterday, which I was dreading since he was a complete douche the first time I met him. I was so worried I'd get stuck with more medication - I'm on a small dose of one med now, and I don't mind that, but I was seriously not wanting to take anything else. Turns out he was just fine with my progress, my BP is actually looking really good, and he only stayed in the room for 5 minutes, so he had no time to be a jerk! Yay! :P Also, they had my 20 week ultrasound results, and apparently the kid is right on track growthwise, which is great.
Going to see a specialist like that just makes me so flipping grateful for my midwives. I have to deliver in the hospital, since that's who they're affiliated with, but all three of them are so great. They never make me feel out of control or like I'm suffering from an illness - they chat with me, answer all my questions, and they're all super nice. I feel really confident that I'll be taken care of by whomever ends up delivering the baby.
I also started reading a book yesterday called Mindful Birthing, and I love it. As an anxious person by nature, it's been so good for me so far.
Now if my left boob would just stop leaking every damn night, that would be dandy. Or at least the right one could start going so I don't feel so lopsided. Why is it doing that? SO WEIRD.