I consider 19 weeks + a few days as good as 20 weeks, as far as being able to say "halfway there" is concerned. I still feel normal, and when we went to Target to register (obedient lemmings that we are, hipster my butt--yeah, I'm that person in the Target parking lot with a "buy local" sticker on her car...sigh) I felt a little silly since I don't think I look more than perhaps a bit pudgy, or like I'm having a "ate a large lunch" day. On one hand, it'd be kind of nice to show a little, but on the other, it's kind of nice not having to deal with the public on that one, since I hear that's a beast and I--being rather low on the touchy-feely scale--won't like it. I don't feel pregnant, not showing, no sickness, no cravings, nothing at all except some massive insomnia for a few weeks (which thankfully seems to have gone away) and this perpetual sinus thing (breathing...I remember when I could do that). But yet, baby blankets arrive in the mail! Like magic!
So I feel normal. Everything *else* is crazy and up in the air life-wise, what with my taking this new job and our having to move suddenly. We still haven't heard back from our leasing company, though when Patrick went to pay the rent on Friday the woman he talked to was optimistic and said they were trying to work something out for us. But....as of tomorrow it will be a week since contacting them, and it'd be really nice to know if we need to find sub-letters and stuff, or if we're setting ourselves up for disaster here. *frowntown* Patrick has two job interviews this weekend in Richmond, which would help us not have to spend much time living transitionally with my parents and all of our stuff and having to unload the dogs on friends/other family temporarily. But unless we get our tax return at the speed of light, we won't have a deposit to put down on a new place since we just put one down here and are likely giving it up by attempting to break the lease...so we'll probably end up living with them for a month to tide things over a bit in the interim, or something close to it while settling in, finding a new place to live, all that stuff. But it's alllllll a bunch of unknowns right now.
It's kind of a mess.
If you've followed this blog for a while, you'll notice a pattern: everything is a mess, everything gets solved, I go and do something to create a new whirlwind of chaos!
I'm nothing if not predictable, guys.
But enough of all that.
Because to be honest, I don't care. I'm still tremendously happy. This chaos....this too shall pass. New chaos will come. And so it goes.
For now, I'm enjoying looking forward to meeting our daughter in July. All of this chaos is going to be so, so worth it. We might be halfway to crazytown, but we're also halfway to meeting miss Winifred.