The big reveal …

Shocked or what? I know I was!

More details to come, dear bloggie friends! It’s been a rollercoaster 24 hours, and I have so much to tell you!

Today’s the day!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

22 weeks, 2 days pregnant
Today’s the day we find out the sex! Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
The appointment is at 4:45 p.m., and they suggest eating “something sugary” about 20 minutes beforehand. So Darling Husband supplied me with all of the following:
  • Orange pop
  • Fun Dip
  • Nerds
  • Mike and Ikes
  • Pop Rocks
Um, no, I am not eating all of that! Holy crap, Little Baby would be gyrating around in there, and they’d have to pry me off the ceiling.
I refused the Pop Rocks — they seem like they’d make the baby explode — and stored the Mike and Ikes in my desk for future snackage.
The plan is to sip the orange pop and eat the Fun Dip around 4:15 p.m., and bring the Nerds in my purse in case I don’t feel any movement by the time we arrive. I am ready. I am SO ready!
Open those legs, baby!
Um, Mommy promises to never say that again. Ever.
P.S. I won’t be seeing Mom and Little Sis until tomorrow, and I want to tell them in person. So expect the official gender announcement to appear on the blog tomorrow (Wednesday, January 3) at 5 p.m. EST.

"But the D-D-Duggars! And I c-c-can’t stop crying!"

Monday, February 1, 2010

22 weeks, 1 day preggo
So of course I watched the 19 Kids and Counting: Special Duggar Delivery last night. Sure, the whole rest of the world was watching the Grammy Awards. But I’m pregnant, and I have a sick fascination with the Duggars — there was no question about it.
To make a long story short, I should have watched the Grammys.
Watching the Grammys would not have resulted in the following hysterical phone call to Darling Husband a minute after the show ended:
DARLING HUSBAND: Hello?

ME (sobbing uncontrollably)

DARLING HUSBAND: Hello? What’s wrong?

ME: The D-D-Duggar baby! And I j-j-just don’t … *SOB*
DARLING HUSBAND: What? Babe, I can’t understand you.

ME: It’s so s-s-s-small! And our b-b-b-baby!
DARLING HUSBAND: What? What about the baby? Are you OK?

ME: I don’t w-w-w-ant our baby to c-c-c-come early! Like the D-D-Duggar baby!
DARLING HUSBAND: Oh … I wish you hadn’t watched that special.

ME: It’s … *SOB* … just too … *SOB* small!

The number 23

Sunday, January 31, 2010

22 weeks pregnant!
Welcome to Week 23!
I can’t believe there are only four weeks left of the second trimester. The third seems so final, like the baby could come at any time. Guess we’d better get moving on the nursery, which is currently just a very empty (but well-vacuumed) chamber.
This week is going to be HUGE, because after much, much, much waiting — and much, much, much quizzing — we are going to find out if Little Baby is a boy or a girl!
There’s actually a lot going on this week, so here’s the line-up:
  • Tuesday afternoon: Find out Little Baby’s sex during private clinic 3D ultrasound!
  • Tuesday evening: Celebratory dinner afterwards with Darling Husband.
  • Wednesday afternoon: Go back to the hospital for do-over 20-week ultrasound, to get the missed measurements. Hopefully the little sprout cooperates this time!
  • Wednesday evening: Celebratory dinner with Mom and Little Sis, to announce the baby’s sex in person (and show off the ultrasound DVD).
  • Friday evening: Celebratory dinner with Darling Husband’s family.
  • Saturday morning: Quick trip to the fabric store, to buy my first yards of gender-specific fabric for projects! Shopping for paint and painting supplies, then Darling Husband begins painting the nursery!
I CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT!
I CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT!
I CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT!

Weekly re-cap

(Jan. 24 to Jan. 30)

Symptoms: Some round ligament pain, from getting bigger by the day. Severe pregnancy brain. Sinus weirdness seems to be getting better, while the C-word seems to get worse every week. Moaning and groaning when I get up/roll over is still in full swing. It’s also much harder to bend down and scoop up Little Dog’s poo during her walks — but I am not resorting to a lame shovel!

Body changes: Belly getting bigger (duh). I have given up looking at my boobs in the mirror, as I do not really like what I see — in clothes, they’re awesome, though!

Belly button: Still creeping towards the surface. It’s like a bowl that gets more and more shallow every day!
Energy level: Still high. Getting a lot done, but slowly. Seem to be going to bed earlier (although nothing like the 8 p.m. bedtimes of the first trimester).
Baby preparations: Dreaming about nursery design possibilities. Also emptied out the entire nursery, vacummed it, and then put the baby-related stuff back in the center of the room. It’s all set for Darling Husband to patch holes on his next day off, and then we can actually paint it on Saturday!!! Eek!!!
Cravings: Still fruit, especially grapes and orange juice. Got back on a smoothie kick this week, too. The experts say your body craves the foods it needs — does mine really need sugar and vitamin C or something?

High point: Trying to feel Little Baby’s kicks from the outside. I have not yet felt an actual POW! to my hand, but I think I can feel movement in general. Am I spooking him/her with my hand? I try to do it slowly when I feel kicking, but the kicking always stops once my hand is there. Kick me, dammit — and then kick your daddy, so he really believes you’re in there!

Low point: General weepiness a few times, over nothing important. Like literally nothing important. On Tuesday because the chicken wrap I’d made was disgusting, and I cried while I ate it because I felt like such a bad cook.

Paranoid moment of the week: Nothing major, but sometimes I wonder if Little Baby is kicking regularly enough. You don’t need to start doing “kick counts” until Week 28, but I think it’s natural to wonder if your baby is “behind” … and then start fearing horrible things, like maybe-the-cord-is-wrapped-around-its-neck-already-and-it-can’t-move-and-those-weak-little-kicks-are-signs-that-its-struggling!