Half way.

20 weeks down and I am getting nervous.

I feel like I'm on the roller coaster. I've made the slow, shaky climb to the top and now I'm looking at the drop. Yep, I'd say that's a pretty good analogy of how I feel right now and it's kinda freaking me out.

WTF was that?

For the last month and a half, I have been suffering. Most of you know that I have finally received steroid injections into my wrists, that have now given me back my life.

I am so thankful, however irritated that it took them (all 6 doctors I saw over the last month and a half) so long. I am just glad to be here- fat and happy.

I have now entered into the "zone". I am 20 weeks this coming week, which blows my mind. I can hardly believe it. If it weren't for my stomach growing by the second, I'd swear I have 7 or 8 months left. 

This time has flown by, now that my misery is over, I look back and it is such a blur. I don't even feel the need to go through how bad it got, it was so bad. I can take a lot, I am not a pussy- but I felt very close to my breaking point a few times over the last 6 weeks... I'm glad to be done with it.

Today we got a last minute call from some friends, so Q and I scrapped our dinner plans (cereal) and headed over to an impromptu  BBQ. It was nice to get out and socialize a little- hard without Eddie though. I feel like the longer he is gone the less I want to do without him. I am really getting sick of this Europe business. He has been there 10 out of the last 12 weeks and I am just over it. Although I do hope he is having fun, enjoying his career and all the fantastic things he gets to do.

I'm going to sign off. This wasn't very "baby bloggy" but that's only because this girl is really tired.

JD