Last night I had a few minutes to chat with my mom, and man, it felt so normal. We talked about this pregnancy, I described how this one feels eerily similar to Niblet's (though unfortunately, so did Celine's). But mostly it was nice to hear her voice and her sardonic sense of humor come through while I described my fatigue, and my cravings. What kinds of clothes to wear to hide the three pounds I've gained and the tiny bulge in my lower abdomen (she is crazy fashionable,also a former dancer, and steered me well in skirt choices).
Some points were understandably awkward. She's never really kept the kind of running log on my fertility history that I have.... so she mistakenly thought that at 11 weeks, I was farther along than I had been with others....and she thought I was being a little hyperbolic when I said this was my tenth pregnancy ("no, really Mom, counting Nibble this IS ten.")
I made the (possible?) mistake of telling her when my next drs visits were. Appointment with my OB next thursday (where I explained I will likely only hear a heartbeat - if there is one - on doppler), and the N/T screen the following monday, where I will have a far more detailed ultrasound. She didn't make the connection that this is where my world fell apart during my pregnancy with Celine, and I didn't want to tell her. I also noted that I wouldn't feel truly confident until after an early anatomy scan, which wouldn't likely be until maybe 18 weeks.
But what was really helpful, what made me smile inside, was that the donor factor never came up.
I was just another pregnant lady talking to her mom about how the