15wks

Fifteen seems like such a bigger number, I'm still very grateful to be here. Everything is still good (knock on wood). I, and almost everyone in my knitting group, caught a stomach virus last week, but luckily it didn't last too long. I also decided if that was similar to morning sickness I am forever grateful I escaped it. I still have the runny/stuffy nose that doesn't appear to be going away anytime soon but that's fine. My digestive system has been a little sluggish lately so I'm stocking up on dried fruits and prune juice to help things along. 

I've been weighing myself and I don't think I've gained very much since my last doctor's appointment but I won't know until I get there since their scale is slightly different than mine. I only got to the gym one day last week because of the stomach thing but I'm hoping to get all five days in this week. 

I ordered a few more baby-things, some bibs and swaddle blankets. I left everything in the package and kept the receipt, just in case. This morning I was scanning the local news and saw a story about a pregnant woman and her husband who were in a car wreck last week. The husband died and the wife, who was about as far along as I am, lost the baby. I can't even begin to imagine how completely devastating that is for her. Then I read a story in my hometown newspaper about the sister of a guy I went to school with who had placental abruption at 24 weeks and delivered a less than 2 lb. baby. Thankfully, her baby made it and is doing well but still those stories gave me more things to worry about. Making it this far isn't a guarantee of anything, I think of all the stories I've read of other bloggers, who after years finally got a long-awaited BFP, only to have something unthinkable happen. Sometimes it seems like an incredible accomplishment for anyone to make it through pregnancy with no complications and a healthy baby, kind of like reaching the top of Everest.

Here's to hoping everyone can reach their own Everest.