I realized yesterday that we only have nine weeks left. We've been doing lots of things we don't usually do, like preparing a nursery, but the part of my brain that deals with emotional perception hasn't caught on just yet. I've been tidying up the extra room; I do that all the time. I've been building furniture; I do that all the time. I've been painting walls; I do that all the time. I've been painting and decoupaging decorative canvases; I do that all the time. I'm used to pregnancy being a sort of incidental bodily function that eventually resolves itself and disappears without any long-term consequences. Eventually it will seem real, but in the meantime there's lots of puttering around to do.
I'm still going in every week for a progesterone injection, and every two weeks now I have to get my cervix looked at just to be sure nothing untoward is happening. So far, so good. JoJo apparently weighs 2+ pounds and is right on target.