Still kickin’
Both metaphorically and literally: 2.0 is definitely making his little presence known more and more (although every time M. tries to get a feel, he typically goes all stealth on us. As I recall, MM used to do this too, in the early days, until she decided she had enough room to move around and started migrating to an area just under my ribs, where she sat with her bony little butt just poking out).
So, still pregnant - always good at 22 weeks. There’s never a good time for premature birth, but the second half of the second trimester is especially scary that way. My BP is starting to creep up a little bit, but it’s still well within what would be considered “normal” for most people. With MM, it didn’t start heading into the HBP range until about 27 weeks, so I’m hoping that this time will be the same. In the meantime, he’s riding LOW - like, he kicks way down in my pelvis and just feels low and heavy - which kind of contributes to the difficulty M. is having feeling anything. It’s hard to cop a feel when all the action seems to be behind bones.
Dissertation work is progressing, but you’d only be able to tell if you were familiar with my complete lack of work before. Right now, I’m mostly trying to get myself into a schedule of some sort, involving working for an hour a day come hell or high water. MM is old enough now that I can leave her to her own devices for an hour or so, and morning seems to be my best time of day, so this is possible in theory. It would help if she would quit waking up at 5:30 every morning; she gets into bed with us (a bad precedent in of itself, but things will necessarily change once 2.0 is here), but I never really get back to sleep once she’s there. Which makes me groggy in the morning…you get the idea.
But I do have a bit of a game plan for the chapter I’m working on, including some ways to revise a section that’s written but not very useful in the context of the chapter as a whole as it stands.
M. starts back to school next week. I wish we had money enough for preschool - MM would love it (she’s absurdly gregarious and LOVES other kids), and it would buy me some time as well. But, well, around here preschool is several thousand dollars that we just don’t have.
