15 weeks.

{and let's add to the list come home from work today to push my car out of driveway and clean up the mess the plow made. All without complaining!}

   

Energy! A returning appetite! Less nausea! I love this second trimester so much, I would make out with it, if that was a thing. My belly is definitely growing, but we might be able to attribute that to eating full meals again. And snacks! I ate an apple this week, and didn't gag at the thought of it. Progress, people. I also got back to the gym yesterday {after almost 3 months off} and It. Was. Amazing. I had more endurance than I expected and it just felt so good to workout and sweat. I was grinning like a fool during my run and I'm sure some of the other gym-goers thought I was crazy. But you guys!
  We have an appointment next week, and I'm counting down the days until we can hear the heartbeat again. I'm not sure there will ever be a time in this pregnancy or any that I feel 'safe'. I kind of like to think of these monthly check-ups as assurance for my heart, because there is nothing like that sound. And four weeks isn't too long to wait to hear it again, right? I hear patience is a virtue, or something. So I guess this is a bit of practice in that, and trusting that God and my body are doing a good job keeping this little one healthy!
  Also, how ridiculous are my dogs?! I don't expect to ever take a bump picture without them lurking.