Sometimes, I do wonder if I made the right decision. I feel like I barely do an OK job with Hana and now I'm about to take on another huge responsibility. Yes, rezeki, Alhamdulillah, please don't say that I'm not thankful, I am, but I'm also scared to death.
One good thing is that I'm under a different Obgyn. Still at Pantai, which I wasn't happy about initially, but I'm willing to overlook that, since she's a really really good doctor and I feel comfortable with her. We even addressed my previous problem of bf-ing and came up with some plans (albeit still vague) so that I'll know what to do this time. So I hope I'll have a much better experience.
Anyway, the pregnancy has been quite testing. I had nvp up until the 17th week, acid reflux, mild pregnancy incontinence, and recently, I started spotting whenever I was active during the day. It caused quite a scare, but we established that it was normal and a swab and scan confirmed that the baby is fine and dandy, and so am I. All in all very different from my first pregnancy, which was easy practically all the way. So maybe, just maybe I'll have a totally different experience in the labour room as well? Or at least after. hehe.
The baby has started kicking. We don't have a name yet, since we don't even know the gender yet, and let me tell you it's weird having to refer to the baby as "it" since it seems to have a personality already. Next checkup will be next week, so perhaps we'll find out then InsyaAllah. Back to the baby, it's started kicking very recently but stops immediately when one of us puts a hand on my tummy to try and feel the kicks. Its favourite punching bag? My bladder, of course!
Number one is eagerly awaiting for her little sister/brother to arrive. Little does she know that it doesn't equate to automatic playmate, that'll take a while, but she seems to be looking forward to being a big sister, and I have every reason to believe that she will be a good one, InsyaAllah.
That's it for updates. Obviously, I have no idea how to end this post. Kbye.