So many things have been going on lately that I haven't had time to even blog.

After two more shifts I will be leaving Le Peep and working at Awesome Place as the front house manager.  The owner reached out to me needing help as he has never managed the front of the house before and really needed help.  I decided to switch jobs for multiple reasons.  I worked the other night tending bar and I already know that I am going to love it.  I am, however, leaving on good terms with Le Peep just in case.  It's always nice to know that I have something I can fall back on.

I am nearly 22 weeks along in my pregnancy and feel great.  I have yet to get heartburn (which is the complete opposite of Dominic) and the exhaustion part is starting to fade away.  The baby looks totally normal and healthy and I am relieved greatly.  She has started to kick so I have been using the doppler a lot less which has done wonders for my mental.  I have gained 30 lbs already and still have a bit of weight to gain.  My doctor assures me that my weight gain is because of the insulin and not because of my diet.  I already knew that considering it is difficult to overindulge when you're a diabetic/celiac.  The bigger my placenta grows, the more insulin I have to inject.  The weight gain, as always, is difficult, but I do my best to just focus on giving birth to an alive, healthy baby.  I can worry about my weight later (if I ever have time, between worrying about the baby once she's here...)  Regardless, letting go of vanity has been really good for my soul even though I am totally out of my comfort zone.

I began working on the nursery last week.  I had not done anything with it since Dominic died.  The weekend we lost him, while I was in the hospital Mike and Dana came over and put the pack and play and swing from the living room into the nursery so that I wouldn't have to see it when I returned home from the delivery.  Those two things, along with many others have just been sitting in there gathering dust for over a year.  I just couldn't bring myself to touch any of it.  I struggled more with the nursery than I even gave thought to.  Christi, Katy, and I sorted through Dominic's clothes and boxed up what I wanted to keep for memory, and boxed up what could be re-gifted (because I have one million friends giving birth to boys), and boxed up what was going to goodwill.  It was a bit difficult and sad for all of us.  I have been doing a good job with trying to bond with Molly.  I have bought a few items for her, but sometimes it is just still so hard for me to believe that I will be bringing home a baby.  Every once in awhile I just think all of these things can wait until she is, for sure, here - but I don't want to be unprepared.  I have yet to call my therapist and I know I really need to.  My medicaid just went through last week, however, so this is something on my to-do list.

School is over and I never, ever, ever, ever HAVE to take Spanish again.  I really should, but it's just so much damn work.  I actually LOVE spanish and I am good at it, too.  I just don't think I can invest more of myself into it.  Not yet, anyway.  Regardless, I am super pumped to have the summer off.  I know I had last summer off, but between grieving and being deathly ill, it didn't really feel like much of a vacation.

I am hoping and praying that by the end of August Ray and I have our healthy happy girl at home with us.  It is less than 20 weeks away.  I am excited, nervous, anxious, scared.....but happy.  It is nice to feel hope again.