I went to the doctor yesterday for my 24 week check-up. After last visits shock and awe of “oh you are having a BOY not a GIRL” – she did another ultrasound and we got confirmation. WHAM! As soon as the ultrasound tech put the probe thingy on my belly – all you can see was manhood. So it’s STILL a boy.
We are excited and with this confirmation – I’m feeling confident enough that the little dingle whopper was in fact a penis and therefore can paint and get started with the nursery details. We have a theme and stuff bought, but I just was gun shy after the last doctor’s visit. I mean, I did call my baby boy a girl for 8 weeks (so, sorry about that).
All is good with the baby. He looks extraordinarily healthy, which is all we can ask for (and cuteness, but thats a given). From the ultrasound – you can already see his lack of a butt – which he can thank his Dad for. His heart looked great – as with all of his other vitals. He just needs to cook for about 16 more weeks, then *DING* baby time!
These braxton hicks are keeping me up again. It’s 4:18 and due to last nights screwed up sleep schedule I am awake since I fell asleep at 7:15pm. I did get several blog posts done, found a few good bargains and did some Christmas shopping. So my time did not go wasted!
My next visit with the doctor is right after Christmas. She’s loaded me up with info and details about the next few trips to see her. I’ll be in my 3rd trimester and will start seeing her bi-weekly. Insane. This pregnancy thing has flown by. It’s just crazy to think i’ve been knocked up for half a year already. I guess I can say I have the belly to show for it.
The only other change, other than girth in the mid-region is my attitude. I felt so bad today, I apologized and said I didn’t want to use the pregnancy card, but I know that’s why I’m being so cranky. I think between the stress of work and lack of sleep – I hit the ceiling today with ugliness. My apologies in advance if I appear bitter. I usually try to be pleasant and cordial – but then I feel this ball in my stomach tighten and then a jab internally and that pleasantness and cordialness just seems to fly away.
Striving to work on that… promise. And hoping to find a solution to get some good zzzzzzz’s….
And the mistake maker of today is…. *drum roll please*
THE SPECIALIST WHO TOLD ME I WAS 95% HAVING A GIRL!
So, I had my 20 week appointment today. Let me preface it with saying, I’ve felt like poo all day. Z had a fever off and on and was home from school. Baby daddy, Z and I headed to the OBGYN for the appointment.
Z has been obsessed with me having a baby since the day we told her we’re adding to the family. I knew she would love to see the ultrasound. She held my hand, and wouldn’t stop talking. This is until the doctor said “and it’s a boy!”. In which Z proceeded to put her hands over her face unbelieving that the baby sister she had been dreaming of was actually a baby brother.
Sean and I were both in shock, but all I could do is laugh. 10 minutes before the ultrasound I was talking to my nurse. She had asked if I had bought anything for the baby girl and I told her “yes, this darling purple stroller – guess if it ends up a boy – he’ll be riding in purple – hahaha”, and the laugh was on me.
I am seriously happy. Sean and I couldn’t agree on a girl’s name. The only nursery stuff I could find that I loved was for a boy. Another boy is another blessing. Our E is nothing but a love bug so we can only hope the same of this munchkin.
BUT I do want to say in a public forum to my kid, I am SO sorry for a few things.
I am sorry for referencing you as a girl for 8 weeks of your life.
I am sorry, but your crib is kind-of girly. I’m not willing to pay for shipping – damn online purchases. Plus its extremely cute.
I am sorry for anything your brother and sister have said in the last few hours – they really do love you, they just don’t know it yet.
I am sorry I may just push you around in the purple stroller, its way too fun.
Whew. Now that those apologies are off my chest, on to purchasing, decorating and prepping for a new little monster!
But first I must get rid of this killer headache and feeling like poo.
Yesterday Sean and I went to a specialist for a hi-def ultrasound of Itty Bitty. Dr. P (my obgyn) suggests at between 11-13 weeks going to do this for screening for any abnormalities. We had about 30 minutes with the ultrasound tech -- watching the screen as she checks this and that. Itty Bitty looks beautiful! All tests were passed with flying colors. We would love I.B. regardless -- but knowing we have a healthy baby is sigh of relief.
After the tech was complete, the Doctor came in and did his screening and then asked if we wanted to know the sex. After much debate, we decided the best way to go was to have it written down, put in an envelope and then find out as a family what the sex of our new addition is. Some how we managed to wait 24 hours. So, this afternoon, we gathered around the couch and did the big reveal. Of course I had to capture on video. Let’s just say E’s reaction is priceless.
