First off, thank you to everyone that read my (rather long) rant about my mother's reaction to our Baby Boy. I was feeling really down about it and wondering if I was expecting too much from her, but your comments helped to reinforce that I am not the one who is out of line. Even just writing all of that was really cathartic to me, so thanks again.
I am exhausted today. We had a busy weekend, with a friend and her two boys, 5 and 3, at our house. She is traveling from another state and was really tired by the time she got here on Friday. The end result? I ended up watching the boys for pretty much the entire time. I love these kids like they are my own and she has always been very supportive during our fertility struggles, so it's not a big deal that I ended up doing a lot of work this weekend. But boy, am I paying for it now with exhaustion that hearkens back to the days of first trimesters past.
To further add to the fatigue, I also am leaving early tomorrow morning for a three day work meeting. These meetings are always long, nerve-wracking, and not good for getting any rest. I will have a roommate. Hope she doesn't mind my multiple trip to the bathrooms and restlessness at night!
Baby Boy is moving a lot more this past week. I feel him at least once during the day, and usually a lot more than that. It is comforting to feel him moving about in there. My next OB apppointment is this coming Monday. I can't believe that I will have made it three weeks without any (major) freakouts! Here's hoping, anyway!