Week 21 Update

Little Alex is almost a pound and about the length of a carrot...

Daddy actually felt him kick this morning!  It's way earlier than when he could feel Brie kick.  Alex was active this morning so I put Kenny's hand on the spot where he was thumping.  I felt a few, but didn't say anything in case Kenny couldn't feel them.  Then Kenny goes "was that one?" and I happily told him yes.  He felt another and said he even saw my stomach move a bit. I'm glad I can share this with him so early.  When the kicks get even bigger I'll introduce Gabrielle to them.

I'm feeling okay otherwise.  Nothing different happening.  Still uncomfortable sleeping, but I can get up off of the floor by myself still!  That's something...

Week 20 - Drumroll Please...

We're having a banana!  The baby's about this long, and a little under a pound. But seriously, folks...

See?  Told ya'.  We had the ultrasound today!  She toggled between 2D and 4D, it was freaky and cool at the same time.  We got pics (which I have to scan and upload) and we even got the entire thing on DVD.  My, how things have changed in three years!

They did pick up an EIF...

Echogenic intracardiac focus (EIF) is a small bright spot seen in the baby’s heart on an ultrasound exam. This is thought to represent mineralization, or small deposits of calcium, in the muscle of the heart. EIFs are found in about 3-5% of normal pregnancies and cause no health problems.


EIFs themselves have no impact on health or heart function. Often the EIF is gone by the third trimester. If there are no problems or chromosome abnormalities, EIFs are considered normal changes, or variants.

We've been told it's nothing to worry about, so we're not worrying.  Everything else is just fine.  I can't believe I'm already halfway through!  In 8 weeks I get to have my Glucose test...YUMMY!

Week 19 Update

This week's fruit of choice is the heirloom tomato.  Flutterbug is about 8oz. or so now.  I'm feeling him/her all the time now.  Yesterday was pretty quiet with only a few thumps, but today was much better.  I know it's way to soon to be keeping track of kick counts, but I still like to know my little Flutter is thumping around in there.

Still emotional over random crap* and I have gas cramps so horrible that they wake me up at night.  Kenny has already started his "Pregger Momma" routine...he wakes me up early to give me two Extra Strength Tylenol, then runs a morning bath.  To be honest, it's pretty awesome, seeing as how my lower back is hurting when I wake up in the morning now.

I don't feel like I'm that big (the home scale is measuring me at 215, but the doc's office is higher than that one.  I like mine).  Either way it used to measure 219, so I think Oscar has caused me to lose a few pounds.  I am noticing that I can't stand for as long as I usually could before I start getting achy and tired.  Ah, the joys of motherhood...

From here on out it's just developing all of the systems and putting on weight in there.  I'm so excited about the ultrasound on Tuesday!

*Yeah, the boy made me cry, but I was able to laugh about it later.  Now whenever he does something I threaten to cry and blog about him.  That joke will probably get old soon, but for now it's funny!

Week 18 Update - So *expletive deleted* Emotional

My Flutterbug is the size of a bell pepper and weighs about 5 ounces. I know he's getting bigger because I feel movement all the time now.  Yes, I'm saying "he" because that's what I think I'm having.  I won't be sure until the 15th.  If it's a girl, I'll just have to apologize for calling her a boy all these weeks.  Flutterbug seems more like "Thumper" now because of the way the movement feels.

Week 18 has also brought on the moodiness.  For example, I drop Gabrielle off at school and she cries and begs for me not to leave her.  So what do I do?  I leave her there.  I know that in a few minutes the tears will be gone and she will be her happy and charming self.  As soon as I get in the car, I start balling as much as she was.  "I've abandoned my baby when she needed me" and other such feelings of parental inadequacy flood over me.  I know it's the hormones talking and that it's par for the course, but it doesn't make it any easier.

This morning was worse.  Kenny came home from work and Brie is snotty (AGAIN...thanks school!*) so he brings her in the room with me so he can go and start the shower.  The steam helps loosen up the gunk.  Well, as soon as she sees me she starts in with the usual "NO MOMMY!  NO MOMMY!" and doesn't want to have anything to do with me.  I'm usually pretty used to the fact that my only child hates me when Daddy is around, but this morning the thought of "Ufck it...whatever" pops in my head and I turn over on my other side.  I realize that I have to get up soon anyway, so I start reading my book while they're in the bathroom.

While they're in there everything is happy dandy, but now I'm officially cranky.  They come out and Kenny tells me to take my time coming downstairs, so I wait about half an hour.

He has to work tonight so when I come down, he goes up to bed.  Of course this upsets Brie to no end and she starts crying as he goes upstairs.  She comes into the family room where I extend my arms to comfort her and what does she do?  Through her tears she screams "NO!!!!!" at me.  My waterworks immediately start to flow.  When she realizes I'm crying, she asks me what's wrong and I say "You were mean to me".  She wipes away my tears and tells me "all better".  She then climbs up on the couch with me and wraps my arms around her.  I clasp my hands together and if I unclasp them she says "close it mommy!  close it".  It's a thing we do...

All is right in my world again, but I really hate feeling like this.  I know it's only temporary and the end completely justifies the means, but I still hate it.

*I know that germs come along with the territory, but she seems to be getting a cold every other week!  I sure hope she has a stronger immune system than I did when I was young.  I was more sick than I was well.