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Hi everyone. Just wanted to check in and let you know I'm doing fine. I didn't have much appetite for a couple days but I made up for it today...for sure! Huge breakfast of breakfast burritos made with amaranth pancakes, eggs, nutritional yeast and salsa...oops, forgot the avocado! Anyway, I ate aplenty today.
I'm finally off the milk kick, as of a couple days before the fridge finally ran out of the good tasting stuff. To add to the list of what milk does to me, it also gives me acne and a bit of joint pain. The good news is, I _will_ make it through this pregnancy without one milkshake. Not that I haven't done the equivalent, but I drank way too many milkshakes my first pregnancy, now I've learned a good share of my pregnancy symptoms were actually caused by the milk.
I can now feel the baby move, and be sure of it. I've felt movements for a few weeks but was never completely sure. The baby is squirming around as I type, so far not the champion kickboxer my first was, I'm sure I'll be glad of that in a few months.
A couple nights ago my son gave me a real catecholamine spike when he defiantly stuffed some pennies in his mouth. I reached him in a split second but they had already slid to the back of his throat and he was starting to cough when I reached in and pulled them out. I was calm about it, until afterward, and I had a really hard time getting over it. No harm done, and he didn't complain about the ordeal, but it was too close for comfort. He can't see or touch another coin until he's five years old!!
I can now say I've lost my youthful "nothing bad ever happens to me" attitude. Over the last year I've seen too many examples of how quickly people can be taken away from you. I think I'm making peace with it, as best anyone can. I don't like the vulnerability, but I think it does help me better enjoy and appreciate what I have in this moment.