Thursday, December 23, 2004

Week 19: Ultrasound

The story of Lovelylinguist, Hubby, and The Ultrasound:

(1) Arrive at 8:30 a.m., only to be told that L.L. had no appointment. Although it had been scheduled since the first week of November. And they reminded L.L. about the appointment the last time she was in two weeks ago. And now somebody else has that time and we're SOL.

(2) L.L. vows to sit in the waiting room until they fit her in (even though they are totally booked) or her bladder explodes from the required 16 oz of water.

(3) The 9 a.m. patient is detained elsewhere so Hubby and L.L. get their ultrasound at 8:50 a.m.

(4) The technician types in, "Baby Girl Lastname!" and Hubby and L.L. say, "Wow! Uh... really?" Though happy, they felt so boy-like. Surprise. Then technician says, "No, wait a second..." She then decides it's a boy. Hubby says, "We'll take the best two out of three." After the third pass, it's still (apparently) a boy.

(5) Hubby and L.L. plan to use ultrasound video of "Baby Girl Lastname!" to torture son when he hits puberty.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL...

The only thing they have to keep their eyes on is my "low-lying placenta". Apparently, if it doesn't move up, it will block the baby's exit into the world. So a C-section is possible. I say... whatever it takes to get the baby out safely is what I'll do.

In the meantime... Merry Christmas to all!

Saturday, December 11, 2004

17 weeks and I'm losing track

I seriously have trouble with math. How stereotypical is that - a WOMAN have trouble with MATH? Impossible. Ha.

I can barely remember how far along I am. Not to mention that I'm nearly done with my fourth month, thus I'm like 3-3/4 months along, not like, say, 4-1/2. I'm totally out of it.

I'm also going to start splurging on pregnancy facials, because for someone whose nickname in high school was "Perfect Skin", I now look like I'm covered in boils. Although every time I see a picture of the dashingly handsome Viktor Yushchenko and what he looks like now after being poisoned with dioxin, my troubles are very small indeed. (Still won't stop me from getting a facial.)

In better news... I went to the doctor on Thursday.

Me: "I've been feeling buzzing down here." (Pointing to about four inches below my navel.)
Doc: "Like fluttering?"
Me: "No, more like... zzzzzzz. Zzzzzzzzz."
Doc: "Hey, that's some early movement!"

No sh#t, Sherlock. More of an observation than a question. But that's... OKAY.

She took a listen via Doppler... and this time, the heartbeat was QUICKLY found and totally unmistakable and strong.

So I called my husband afterward.

Me: "The baby has a message for you."
Him: "Oh yeah? What is it?"
Me: "WHOMPWHOMPWHOMPWHOMPWHOMP."

He called me again two hours later just to hear about it again!