Halfway folks! 140 days left to go, just long enough to feel like it's eons away and close enough to make me freak out a tiny bit.
But. Not as much as last time.
I've found myself very....blase (how do you get those fancy doo-hickeys over the e?) about this pregnancy. I mean, I'm taking my prenatals and I didn't go sledding down the giant hill in a tub at Soldier Hollow last Saturday, and I'm not taking ibuprofen or anything crazy. I just have other things on my mind, you know? Things like getting Wyatt fed (and keeping him from eating EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY HOLY CRAP KID YOU CAN WAIT 10 MINUTES FOR DINNER) and trying to keep the house clean and running errands and making dinner and keeping Wyatt from bouncing off the walls.
Is it summer yet? Cause I really need summer. I guess that means I'll be a mother of two (!) by then, but right now all I really want is to be able to let Wy burn some steam off outdoors for a while.
Anyway! I'm much more preoccupied is what I'm saying. Last time around I was working, sure, but it wasn't exactly keeping my attention. If ya know what I mean. This time around, I'm almost startled when I feel her move.
So yeah, she's moving now and I'm feeling it and Caleb felt it for the first time last night. Milestones! It's not like I completely forget, every time I move I remember I'm pregnant, every time I stand before my clothes I remember I'm pregnant. She's sitting WAY higher than Wyatt was, significantly so. Check this out. It may not look like much, but it's making a huge difference around here. For one, and I feel weird even saying it out loud....I don't wake up to pee at night. People, I woke up to pee before I got pregnant, and now I can go all night! With Wyatt I was up at least twice, probably the whole pregnancy. Clothes fit differently (never mind that I started out this pregnancy a wee bit larger than the last.....sigh....) and well, I'm just bigger this time. I know that's normal, you start showing quicker the second and third time around, but dudes. I feel like at this rate I'm going to explode by June.
And I have a cruise coming up this month! (You don't have to feel that bad for me, but still. My first cruise and I'm going to be whaleish...)
So let's see, the baby is the length of a banana (they start measuring the baby's entire length now, instead of "crown to rump") and can hear and swallow and is just fattening up the rest of the pregnancy. We went on Wednesday to the big ultrasound, and it was awesome to see. I think right now she's laying sorta...sideways...so she better get her head down there because a C-section is not in my plans. (I can do that right, decide exactly how this labor will go? Yeah?!) She kept squirming out of the way, but we got some good views of her, and the technician went through lots of anatomy with us which I found fascinating. It was one of my favorite classes, and to see that she already has everything in place already is just insane. Kidneys! Iliac crest! Hypothalamus! 4 chambered heart! It really is a miracle.
I was told to drink a lot of water this time, which I found strange because in San Jose I didn't have to and I've talked to several people who didn't have to either. So I didn't drink as much as I was told and the technician didn't say a word or act suspicious at all. I've had to do it before, once when I was like 12 and they were checking my ovaries to see if I had cysts (or if I really did just have wonky periods for the heck of it) and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. Or at least it was up to that point, I remember sitting there in the dark room while the doctor pushed and poked and held the ultrasound wand right over my bladder for ages, and I was pointing my toes and squeezing every muscle I had so I wouldn't pee all over him. I begged my mom in the waiting room to let me just go pee a little bit, just a little! She wouldn't let me of course, because she said I wouldn't be able to stop. She was right, because at the end of the appointment I was near tears and then probably peed for 5 minutes straight. I was embarrassed, thinking my mom and the doctor probably thought I'd died in there.
Of course I'm older and wiser (cough) but I wasn't looking forward to having to do that again, and I'm here to say you don't have to! Just drink a good 12 or 14 oz or so and you're good. You're welcome.
I should really be taking these shots with my actual camera so I can cut out my poor, sad looking face. But look at how high! I've been thinking a lot about that actually, and wondering why it is that you can carry your babies so differently from one pregnancy to the next. I mean, your uterus doesn't move, does it? You'd think that your anatomy is kindof set. But there she is, way up high. Even the ultrasound tech commented that she was sitting high. I have a feeling this is going to not bode well for my breathing in a few months...