Second Tri.

Somehow, I made it to the second trimester with my sanity (mostly) intact.

I mean, there were some close calls. Stopping the progesterone at 12 weeks (which, mind you, is two weeks after my clinic's standard protocol, per my insistence) nearly put me over the edge. Multiple friends and doctors had to listen to the word "progesterone" come out of my mouth too many times to recall. I was and am a one-hit wonder when it comes to getting through this pregnancy.

But ah, stopping the progesterone. Now that I'm 14 weeks and that's behind me (so to speak), my own behind and I are so happy not to have that nightly rendez-vous with an intramuscular injection. Should we talk about the horror of having two regular people, totally untrained in any sort of medicine, doing an injection in their bathroom every night? I really do not know for whom this was a bigger ordeal. My poor husband, manly in every way except when it comes to needles, was aghast when I first told him we'd have to do it for at least 10 weeks. But I have to give him credit -- he really stepped up. There were a few times it almost went south. Like the time there actually was blood in there when he pulled back the plunger (which means, dear reader, that he'd stuck it in a vein). And also: the two times when he pulled the needle out and blood literally squirted across the bathroom. When we recovered from the horror show, we almost laughed about it. Almost.

So anyway, here I am. I've had my NT scan with my peri, another positive proof point, after PGD, that this baby is likely healthy. Had my 12 week OB visit too -- a charmingly routine affair during which I peed in their little cup and talked to my OB about birth, of all things.

But before you conclude I've become all breezy rainbows and unicorns about this, think again. I am me, after all. I'm going to worry until I hear that gorgeous cry, hopefully this August. Despite being 14 weeks and  sporting a true bump, I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it with a broad audience. I'm still trying to figure out how to go about that.

But at 14 weeks, I am, for the second time, in the second tri. And it really feels like a second try for a miracle I've been praying for.