You may be noticing a trend here: I only update the blog on my pregnancy when I have had an appointment.
I mostly stick to a) writing to Dubya off the blog or b) posting to the birth month board in which I participate. The blog doesn’t feel like the appropriate place for the minutiae of pregnancy, for some reason, but I feel the medical updates are important. It’s my way of saying, in my space, that all is well.
And today, I get to say that all is well again.
Yesterday was the 20-week mark for me. Halfway done? Hard to believe. But Dubya is at the middle distance in her journey to us. Today, we got to see her for the first time in 12 weeks.
Our anatomy scan went very well. We decided to take the day off from work given our experience with the eight-week appointment (it took a while, let’s say) and because we wanted space for either a good day or a bad day. In my heart of hearts, I was feeling more excited than nervous. My husband felt the same. But we wanted the day to be ours, no matter what news we got.
Wonderfully enough, the news was good. Dubya is right on track: my due date did not budge one bit. She was on her stomach for most of the scan, refusing to turn over. She kicked her little legs and wiggled her hands (cupping one hand underneath her head in the most adorable manner), but she more or less was not into today. It’s a rainy and gloomy day in DC, so I’m not surprised she wasn’t feeling the ultrasound.
Also, I didn’t eat breakfast or drink anything sugary before the scan, thinking that I didn’t want her too, too active in there since the doctor’s office was doing measurements. That might’ve been a mistake because my little girl needs her breakfast as much as I do, it seems.
(We later got McDonald’s in celebration. I’ve had more breakfasts at McDonald’s this pregnancy [3 times] than I have in five years.)
When we spoke to my OB, he said all was well with her. Blood work from my 16-week appointment had come back great, all her measurements were normal, and she was measuring exactly where she should be. She’s currently 10 ounces. Aww! My husband compared her to a Cornish hen and talked about marinating her in adobo sauce.
(Again, I always promise her I won’t let him eat her when she’s finally here.)
I know I’m super fortunate. This pregnancy is progressing normally and I so hope it continues that way. I’ve been feeling great lately and my weight gain has been where it should be – not one peep from the OB’s office on that front. I’m still active, walking everywhere and getting my pregnant butt to the gym. Quite honestly, I feel I look beautiful right now.
Twenty more weeks until we get to meet little Dubya. In between that time, I’ll do the glucose-challenge test (fun), go to the Bahamas (err …), have my baby shower (yay), take childbirth and infant CPR classes (eek), tour the hospital (gulp), see my family at Christmas (woohoo), and hopefully go on a local baby moon (nice). And I’m not even considering all that we have to do to get ready for the little gal.
I’m pretty damn happy today. What will top it off? A visit to my stylist for a much-needed haircut this afternoon.