It is a long slow wait until my next ultrasound in mid-January. I have ordered a doppler, but it seems to be making its way to my home on foot, and is not due here for another week. Although the queasiness, fatigue, back-pain, and swollen breasts continue, it is not the concrete proof that I would like that everything is progressing well with this pregnancy.
My husband, on the other side, seems to have accepted the fact that our family will welcome another member in August next year. He is busy reading "First Time Parent" and making a long list of all the tasks that must be completed before then. He wants to start painting the nursery and buying furniture. The other day he started asking me questions like if we should alternate bottle with breast at night to allow me to get more sleep, and if we should use a crib in the nursery rather than a co-sleeper in our bedroom.
I responded to his thoughtful questions by bursting into tears. For me, it is all I can do to get through the next two weeks until the Week 12 scan. For him, he figures I've got the pregnancy handled, and his job starts in August. I am thinking fetus, and he is thinking newborn. I am so thankful that he realises that he is an equal partner in the upbringing of our child, but sometimes his go-go attitude is a little intimidating, especially when I can barely muster the energy to get off the couch.