Well, I will be 21 weeks tomorrow and I can definitely say.... NO MORE NAUSEA!!! Thank goodness!!! I can finally eat like a normal person again and have started to feel more like a human being. Can I get a HALLELUJAH?! Amen!
Anywho, while my last post was written satirically, I was being full on truthful. I have never experienced feeling so awful for so long like that. And yes, I still glow with oil, am growing talons and have a tummy that feels a little like it goes from here to Kansas, but at least the nausea is better. I'm still quite tired, but that's because I'm still working full time, trying to get prepared for baby, trying to figure out finances, keeping up with my hubs and extended family, trying to get prepared for a move, teaching six 5 year olds every Sunday in church, preparing for the holidays and still finding time to be ME (ie. spending down time with my hubs and Maren). So, I think I've earned the right to be tired. I haven't let pregnancy slow me down much recently. And thank goodness my hubs is so great about helping because I couldn't do it without him. Seriously. I think as much as I WANT to be Superwoman, my husband really IS Superman. Go ahead, be jealous... I'll wait...
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You good? Ok. Let's move on.
So, last week, we had that ALL IMPORTANT doctor's appointment. You know the one. The gender reveal!!! Dun dun DUUUUUN!!!!! Everyone was so excited. I was equal parts excited and terrified!
What if we got in there for the ultrasound the found that the baby had 3 arms, 1 leg and it's brain growing outside it's head? What if it had, like, NO spine? What if the baby isn't alive in there anymore (like the last time) and all the "movement" I've been feeling really has just been gas? What if, what if, WHAT IF???? My Superman assured me that I was being ridiculous and I knew logically that I was. But the terror was still there. Haunting me. Keeping me company for those nighttime strolls to the potty. Distracting me at work.
Well, we got into the doctor's office and I went into the room. All the while, I'm practically hyperventilating thinking about all the terrible things that could go wrong and Superman was slap happy like a school boy. Thankfully, he tried to keep me distracted while we waited by making me laugh. Love him.
Anywho, the doc came in, got right into it and there the little Nugget was. Sitting on my cervix. Legs crossed... Yea.
So, he went looking at everything else:
Head: perfect circumference
Brain matter: yep, as much as I'll refute its existence in about 16 years, it's there!
Abdomen: perfect specimen of roundness
Umbilical Cord: 3 different tubes (which is perfect)
Legs: Definitely 2 of them and measuring just right
Feet: 2 little adorable footies that aren't clubbed (a problem I faced as a baby)
Arms: 2 little perfect punching apparatuses
Nose, Eyes, Mouth: Check, check, check
Heart: Perfect (and I mean PERFECT) 4 chambered heart (and for anyone who knows me well, this has been a huge stress for me as I have Congenital Heart Disease and it runs in my family and had to have open heart surgery at 4 months because I had 2 holes in there and have had cousins who've died from the same thing).
So, after checking the vitals, the doctor went back, over and over again. Nugget was sitting there very modestly. Until finally the doc had to push in really deep (OUCH! I think he bruised my pelvis!) and VOILA!
It's a GIRL!!!
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And she's perfect!
We are so excited! And now that she doesn't feel like a perfect stranger, I am feeling more bonding now and starting to feel like I can do the next 19 weeks. I will survive and at the end, I'll have this gorgeous little monster to call my very own! YAY!
We've already started organizing things and getting ready. I know I have 19 weeks (yea, that's almost 5 more months) but I'm such an overly conscious planner that I have to or I'll drive myself and my Superman C.R.A.Z.Y!!!
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We are getting super excited and can't wait to meet her!
Anywho, while my last post was written satirically, I was being full on truthful. I have never experienced feeling so awful for so long like that. And yes, I still glow with oil, am growing talons and have a tummy that feels a little like it goes from here to Kansas, but at least the nausea is better. I'm still quite tired, but that's because I'm still working full time, trying to get prepared for baby, trying to figure out finances, keeping up with my hubs and extended family, trying to get prepared for a move, teaching six 5 year olds every Sunday in church, preparing for the holidays and still finding time to be ME (ie. spending down time with my hubs and Maren). So, I think I've earned the right to be tired. I haven't let pregnancy slow me down much recently. And thank goodness my hubs is so great about helping because I couldn't do it without him. Seriously. I think as much as I WANT to be Superwoman, my husband really IS Superman. Go ahead, be jealous... I'll wait...
....
You good? Ok. Let's move on.
So, last week, we had that ALL IMPORTANT doctor's appointment. You know the one. The gender reveal!!! Dun dun DUUUUUN!!!!! Everyone was so excited. I was equal parts excited and terrified!
What if we got in there for the ultrasound the found that the baby had 3 arms, 1 leg and it's brain growing outside it's head? What if it had, like, NO spine? What if the baby isn't alive in there anymore (like the last time) and all the "movement" I've been feeling really has just been gas? What if, what if, WHAT IF???? My Superman assured me that I was being ridiculous and I knew logically that I was. But the terror was still there. Haunting me. Keeping me company for those nighttime strolls to the potty. Distracting me at work.
Well, we got into the doctor's office and I went into the room. All the while, I'm practically hyperventilating thinking about all the terrible things that could go wrong and Superman was slap happy like a school boy. Thankfully, he tried to keep me distracted while we waited by making me laugh. Love him.
Anywho, the doc came in, got right into it and there the little Nugget was. Sitting on my cervix. Legs crossed... Yea.
So, he went looking at everything else:
Head: perfect circumference
Brain matter: yep, as much as I'll refute its existence in about 16 years, it's there!
Abdomen: perfect specimen of roundness
Umbilical Cord: 3 different tubes (which is perfect)
Legs: Definitely 2 of them and measuring just right
Feet: 2 little adorable footies that aren't clubbed (a problem I faced as a baby)
Arms: 2 little perfect punching apparatuses
Nose, Eyes, Mouth: Check, check, check
Heart: Perfect (and I mean PERFECT) 4 chambered heart (and for anyone who knows me well, this has been a huge stress for me as I have Congenital Heart Disease and it runs in my family and had to have open heart surgery at 4 months because I had 2 holes in there and have had cousins who've died from the same thing).
So, after checking the vitals, the doctor went back, over and over again. Nugget was sitting there very modestly. Until finally the doc had to push in really deep (OUCH! I think he bruised my pelvis!) and VOILA!
It's a GIRL!!!
And she's perfect!
We are so excited! And now that she doesn't feel like a perfect stranger, I am feeling more bonding now and starting to feel like I can do the next 19 weeks. I will survive and at the end, I'll have this gorgeous little monster to call my very own! YAY!
We've already started organizing things and getting ready. I know I have 19 weeks (yea, that's almost 5 more months) but I'm such an overly conscious planner that I have to or I'll drive myself and my Superman C.R.A.Z.Y!!!
We are getting super excited and can't wait to meet her!