Since I haven't been experiencing classic symptoms like cravings or morning sickness, I've been trying to figure out how I've changed, physically and otherwise. I've always been a slowpoke, I've always tended to gain weight, and I'm always tired/jet-lagged, so none of that is new. Even the itchiness is something I've had before from bug bites, allergic reactions, etc. Perhaps the biggest differences are that I'm making more of an effort to eat healthily (ugh) and I can't rely on the crutch of caffeine (though I do have one diet Coke a day, well under the 200 ml/day restriction). I do feel a little cramping and discomfort, kind of like post-workout soreness, but it's not debilitating. But it's early days yet.
I did experience a touch of parental paranoia while waiting for the results from the amnio. I'd gotten a couple of calls but no voicemails from the ob/gyn office last Friday evening and last night. I thought it was weird to call after hours, and when I called the doctor on duty last night she said she couldn't access my records. I contacted the ob/gyn office this morning, and got redirected to the genetic counselor's office. After a morning of anxious waiting, and, quite frankly, a couple of teary, late-night calls to MoBob in Morocco over the weekend, she finally called to let me know that the preliminary results showed that Bassou is completely normal. Thank goodness for that. For the moment, at least, the discussion of "what if" is suspended.
I've also found that I'm entering into the previously obscure world of moms, like hanging out in the lactation room at work, or getting onto the ward playgroup listserv. I've had a vague conception of this world but am now a part of it. I'm also enjoying seeing a more personal and tender side of my colleagues. Lots of people have been sharing their stories (funny or not), and have been incredibly solicitous of me. Still, I just want to hang on to my single and childless friends now too.