Hamburger or Turtle?!?!
My hospital ultrasound is this morning.
Fellow Canadians know what I mean by that. By “hospital ultrasound” I mean “the actual medical ultrasound where they won’t tell you ANYTHING (like the sex of your baby) and will get PISSY if you dare ask them because DIDN’T YOU READ all those SIGNS in the waiting room that tell you NOT TO ASK?”
Our healthcare may be free, yo, but it’s not an all-access pass to penis and vagina reveals.
At my hospital ultrasound during my first pregnancy, I tried really hard to see if I could tell the sex. Girl parts look like a hamburger, and boy parts look like a turtle. See?
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| Boy = turtle! |
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| Girl = hamburger! |
I’m pretty sure the ultrasound techs scan over those parts really fast, so you can’t tell, but I’m brushing up again just in case.
And yes, I AM the most impatient person in the world, because I’ll be finding out this information for sure TOMORROW at my PAID NON-HOSPITAL FANCY 3D/4D ultrasound clinic.
But, you know, can’t hurt to try to find out today 🙂
Hamburger or turtle — what’s your guess?
Five ways I have felt REALLY suddenly VERY pregnant this week
- Heartburn. It’s here for realz. Ow.
- I started sleeping with my nursing pillow between my legs again, and have that familar awkward-rolling-over routine going on again. Ahh, memories.
- I find myself touching my stomach more, without realizing it
- A big jutting-out stomach. Now 70% juttier!
- I zipped up a super-tight non-maternity stretchy hoodie thing and then got stuck inside it. I had to wrench the zipper to free myself.
Clothes explosion
I promised myself I wouldn’t dig through the (THOUSANDS OF) crates of baby clothes stored in the empty nursery.
I promised!
I had decided, all rational-like, that there was no point until we knew the sex. So I was going to wait, and then dig through them AFTER Saturday.
Well, I held out until last night (Tuesday).
I’m not even sure why I did it. I was just overcome with a compulsion to look through them. And ohhhh, how cute everything was. How tiny! For every piece I held up, I had vivid memories of my toddler wearing it when he was just a little spud.
It wasn’t a totally useless exercise, though. I started sorting out items that my friend J could use for her little guy (who is 3 1/2 months old now). She ended up coming over and taking some 6-9 stuff (he’s a tall, TALL baby, which is very unfamiliar to me and my short bebe). I’m glad she can get some use from the stuff (the MOUNDS of baby boy stuff that we have), because it will be a while yet before our little person-on-the-way can wear any of it.
Going through the clothes made me realize how practical it would be to have another boy. We have SO MUCH STUFF. Clothes, hats, jackets, snowsuits, shoes. Every size, every type — and much of it is very boyish.
Being the somewhat sexist traditional girl I am, I am OK admitting that YES, I WOULD be the kind of person who has a problem dressing a girl in a blue sports-themed sleeper. Sorry, but … YES!
If we have a boy, we’re set.
We’re really, really, really set.
If we have a girl, well … I’ll have some shopping to do.
Which, you know, total hardship! 🙂
P.S. In case you have forgotten my impatient countdown, we find out on SATURDAY!!!
Five things that suck about moving into a new house when you’re pregnant
- You have an insatiable desire to clean, organize, decorate and nest BUT lack the energy in which to do it all yourself …
- … and the ability to lift and move heavy stuff
- … and the abilty to paint because of fumes and crap
- … and the rational ability to STOP when you are tired because IT MUST BE DONE OMG
- Your husband* gets super-annoyed at your sobbing about the MESS everywhere, how much longer do we have to live in this CHAOS of UNHUNG PICTURES and UNPAINTED walls and UNORGANIZED bookcases THE HORROR!
*But really … it’s serious to us
(Please please PLEASE set up the bookcases before my head explodes)
Weekly re-cap of pregnancy #2: Week 19
Week 19
(Dec. 3 through Dec. 9)
Symptoms: Round ligament pain (a.k.a. stomach tightening/stretching feelings). Dizziness. Tirrrrredness. Where is that second-trimester energy I was promised? WHERE?
Body changes: Stomach seems to have jutted out a lot this week. I’ve really moved from that “people-are-going-to-think-I’m-just-fat-and-sticky-outy” to “definitely definitely pregnant.”
Baby movement: A LOT more this week. I guess all my paranoid posts about not feeling it “enough” were heard. Still doesn’t feel like kicks, but it does feel like bumping around.
Cravings: Plain chips. I’m obsessed with them this pregnancy. No other flavour is really doing it for me. NEED PLAIN nom nom nom. The thicker, the better. Also: corn, sour cream, and mozza sticks. Mmm.
Aversions: Pepperoni pizza. I made it myself and everything, but the meat just … no. No thanks.
High point: Getting to finally hear the baby’s heartbeat at our OB appointment! It was 145-155 and nice and clear. (It’s amazing what happens when a NURSE uses the doppler instead of an “It’s-my-second-day-tee-hee” med student uses it.) The toddler was at the appointment with us, so it was nice that he got to hear his baby brother or sister, too. Although he got very freaked out whenever the nurse took my blood pressure or did anything to me. My protective little guy.
Low point: Meeting with an accountant and getting a very depressing picture of work-at-home-ism. To give you a picture of exactly how bleak, I just kept repeating, “I don’t understand. Why would anyone work for themselves if this is how screwed they get in taxes?” and the accountant kept giving me these sympathetic expressions. FML, FML, FML. I am working this hard for basically nothing, apparently.
How does this week compare to Week 19 during pregnancy #1? Haha, well this is kind of ironic/awful: apparently we were having financial troubles at this EXACT point in the last pregnancy. Oh, that is just so gosh darn funny, I could … throw something.
Baby preparation: New category this week! And the answer is … um, none. I have restrained myself from buying ANYTHING or going through ANY of our crates of baby stuff until we know if it’s a boy or a girl. and we find out this Saturday, squeeeeeeeeee!
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