Beowulf came home from training last week, and it has been great to have him home. Sometimes when he's gone I don't realize just how much I missed him until he's back and I can tell him all the things I wanted to tell him and just lean my head on his shoulder and hug him whenever I want.
I'm officially second trimester now, and it's starting to look like the nausea might be subsiding a bit. Thank goodness. Not that it's gone completely or anything, but I've noticed that I'm hungrier and that more things are starting to sound good - good, healthy things like fresh fruit and vegetables are no longer making my stomach churn. Hopefully that will continue to improve and I can start eating like a normal person again soon.
After today, only 2 more days of work left. Thursday is my last day. I'm looking forward to it, but it also feels a little bit weird; the idea of not working or getting my own paycheck anymore. But I am very much looking forward to having the time to clean up and organize things at home before the baby comes. That is an opportunity that I am very grateful for.
I have felt the baby kick or move 3 times now. Once last Thursday, once Sunday, and once yesterday. That's more that I expected to feel it yet, but I'm grateful for it. Having not had an ultrasound yet, it's very reassuring to feel the little movements and know that they mean the baby is alive and healthy enough to be kicking or punching me from the inside. I was a little surprised; I've read that most women don't feel their first baby until around 16 weeks or even later. I am glad that I am so conscious of my body and was able to feel it a couple of weeks earlier. Such a blessing.