I'm buzzing with good energy, having just finished my second pregnancy yoga class. Or more accurately, having had the second session with a yoga teacher who comes to my house to teach me. Yes, I am utterly aware of my privilege at this point. The teacher was recommended via my previous trainer, the one who moved to New York, through another client of hers who also went through IVF. The yoga teacher is lovely, although perhaps on the chatty side, but she's rapidly diagnosed my issues and choses the exercises to deal with them - particularly how tense my shoulders are. Having just arrived home this morning after a really rough transatlantic flight, it was a particularly good feeling to stretch everything out and feel looser and more relaxed.
It was tough to be away for a week. I missed H, and I missed the doppler. I did think about taking it with me, but thought that was a bit pathetic. In retrospect it wouldn't have been a big deal to take it, but I did ok without it. Most of the time. I have lots of cramping and quite a few of these cramps feel like a little creature is stamping on my cervix. This increases my nervousness that the cramps actually signify incompetent cervix. But my cervix looked fine 10 days ago, so I've spent a lot of the last week alternatively freaking out and feeling happy that so far everything has looked so good. Having said that, I arrived back through the door around noon today, and the first thing I did was to check in on our passenger. And there she was, heart pumping away. What a lovely noise.
Both H and the yoga teacher think that my bump has grown considerably over the last week. I noticed the same thing when I was looking down at it to do the doppler. Of course it's not a very attractive bump, with considerable components of fat, and covered in bruises from the clexane (lovenox), but it's a bump, nonetheless, so I'm trying to cherish it and enjoy it for what it is.
Tonight H is cooking me guinea fowl, and I'm going to relax on the sofa and catch up on all the crap TV our sky box has recorded for me over the last week. Tomorrow back to the fray.