Second trimester foreshadowing, maybe? Please?

This week so far has been a slew of reasonably good days. Part of this is that I have been doing everything as absolutely right as I can manage: short, easy walks; mild, frequent food. I would like to see more vegetables reintroduced into my diet but I have gone slowly and carefully on the ones that were making me sick before. Periods of concentrated relaxation (baths, stretching) have been prevalent.

The other part though, I think, is as simple as the second trimester. And thank god, if the nausea and fatigue really were first trimester goo. Which it appears that they may have been.

So last night I was able to make a mild version of chicken paprikash and enjoy it, and I went to bed at 9:15 and wasn't so exhausted that I could barely make it to bed. I did dream again of sleep (this time Carl and I were sleeping in The Bay because we were between homes, and the security guard kept waking me up to my annoyance). You know something is up with your body when all your dreams seem to be about not getting enough sleep. Today I have enough energy to actually think about possibly doing a writer's group next week. I might be able to stay awake for the meeting.

This morning I heard baby-laughter, waking up, and it cut. I haven't talked about that much here because it is - well - weird (unlike everything else in my life, ha ha). But to go all Beyond the Grave-ish, I every now and then hear or feel Emily and she grows. And no, she's not one of the inner/astral multiple kids. It's - well, whatever. Then I started thinking about what if this baby actually lived to you know, smile, or laugh. Maybe. Maybe.

Shandra