I thought I better record the progress of my growing baby bump. I am 16 weeks now and am feeling better most of the time. I am hopeful that I will be able to fully enjoy Thanksgiving next week. I am still about 3 weeks away from finding out whether I am having a boy or girl. I will definitely be finding out.
Today I went grocery shopping. I was in line when the checker asked how I was. It is funny how I seem to measure my progress in healing based upon how this question from the grocery checker makes me feel. Today I reflected for a nanosecond and had an epiphany. "I am good," I told the checker. And I meant it. Not just okay or surviving. No I felt good. I could honestly say I felt good.
This is not to say I don't still have hard moments or really low hours. I do. But they are less frequent and being able to honestly answer that I felt good -- better than average -- felt like a milestone to me.
