Archive for the ‘Pregnancy’ Category

  • Baby “Sprinkle”

    Date: 2013.08.05 | Category: Baby, Family, Food, Friends, OMG YAY!, Pregnancy | Response: 12

    My sister called me a couple of months ago to ask if she could host a “Baby Sprinkle,” aka a baby shower that was small in size for baby #2. At first I was a bit hesitant about having a shower for a second girl, but then my sister assured me of several things: 1. She was pregnant and didn’t get to help with Sarah’s showers so she wanted to do one this time. 2) Baby R. needs her own things too and 3) We’d keep it small and invite close friends and family only. So, I let her run with it! She pulled in my other sister, mom and Kelly to help pull it all together and they did an amazing job (even with Kelly three days out of a hospital stay – that’s commitment y’all).

    My nursery colors are gray and yellow, so they took that and ran with it. I’m pretty sure Kelly has some more photos from the event, but here are some that managed to make it onto my camera.

    Lots of yummy food including key lime pie bars!

    Glasses and one of my baby photos.

    Cupcakes!

    Customized onesies!

    Sarah rather enjoyed the balloons!

    The hostesses.

    Ang and Ev.

    Stephanie and Alyssa.

    Mimi is ready to meet grand baby #3!

    Nana and Aunt Stephanie are too! (Sarah’s still not sure about all this).

    Auntie love from Shannon and Martha Claire.

    Likely the closest I’ll ever get to having two little boys. :)

  • Growing Pains

    Date: 2013.08.01 | Category: Baby, Family, Health, Mark, Pregnancy, Sarah | Response: 10

    Wow, what a crazy couple of weeks it’s been. We managed to take a trip to Austin, have a “Baby Sprinkle,” clean out our storage room and turn it into a nursery… oh and I’ve been to the hospital no less than four times due to this crazy pain in my right side that is still undiagnosed. Don’t worry, baby is fine, I had my appendix removed years ago and when things get super painful I now have something to help me combat my pain.

    We still don’t really know what’s going on, but we hope to know more today after I visit a specialist.

    In the mean time I saw that Nurse Practitioner again that made me cry about my weight gain and I told her that she made me cry last time. She then verified that, yes, they were having problems with their scales in the office and she wouldn’t blame me if I hated her and never wanted to see her again. So at least there’s that. She was extremely nice this time, but it may have been because I was in agony and in tears with pain.

    At any rate, baby is growing right on target, I’m not in pre-term labor and I don’t have kidney stones, so that’s good! Hopefully we’ll know more today.

    In the mean time I’ve been told to stay off my feet and drink lots of water. While this is great in theory, it also means that I cannot do the following things that I would very much like to do:

    1. Pick up my two-year-old.
    2. Rotate the laundry through the machines (though I can sit and fold).
    3. Launder and put away little baby clothes.
    4. Pull boxes off shelves.
    5. Hang wall art in the nursery
    6. Paint Sarah’s room light purple
    7. Hang Sarah’s new hot pink black out curtains
    8. Take all the stuff I pulled out of the storage room (now the nursery) and put it in a new place. As a consequence, my living room looks like Goodwill.
    9. Lift Sarah onto the potty.
    10. Do my mailings for work.

    It’s all for a good cause, I know. But right now I feel so limited and frustrated. I seriously don’t know what I would do without my husband. He’s been cooking and doing dishes like a champ without much complaint. And Sarah? Well she is accepting me not picking her up and is mollified by sitting on my lap on the couch while we read books or play paper dolls.

    We can do this. 7.5 more weeks.

    P.S. Baby R. is totally face planting into my uterus.

  • 9 Pounds, 2 Weeks

    Date: 2013.07.22 | Category: Baby, Health, Mark, Me, Pregnancy | Response: 16

    “Nine pounds, two weeks!” has become the new catch phrase around here in an effort to get over the giant blow to my ego I had last week.

    Before we left town Wednesday, I had my regular OB check up. Except that my doctor was out on a surgery and the nurse practitioner I usually see in her absence had fallen off a ladder, damaging her own foot so bad that she had to have emergency surgery and stay off of it for eight weeks. So, instead, I got stuck with the new NP – a young, thin blonde with an extremely twangy southern accent.

    Let me back up. Normally, when I go to the OB, they weigh me in the room on a digital scale. So far, my weight gain has been normal and nearly pound for pound like it was with Sarah. I’ve kept track of it at home on a digital scale to make sure that things weren’t getting out of hand.

    But this time, with a different NP, they weighed me out in the public hall on an old janky scale that has to have been there since the early 1980’s. Still though, when they weighed me, I kind of checked out and moved on.

    When I got into the room and finally saw the NP, she asked me in a very patronizing, fake sweet tone, “Did you gain nine pounds in two weeks?” Shocked, I sort of just stumbled, “Um, I don’t know,” and then spent every ounce of energy I had trying not to burst into tears.

    Weight gain is tough on any pregnant woman, but as a woman who has struggled with my weight my whole life, this was particularly hard.

    Finally I said, “Well maybe it’s because I usually weigh in the mornings here and this time I’m weighing right after lunch.”

    She immediately asked, “What did you have for lunch?”

    “A veggie burger and a banana,” I said, truthfully.

    “Well, you know, I have a lot of women tell me they don’t know why they’re gaining weight because all they eat are vegetables,” she said, still sugary sweet.

    “I know I shouldn’t be one to criticize about weight, but…” said the tiny little blonde who has obviously never given birth.

    I was humiliated, guilty, embarrassed, near tears. And it just wouldn’t stop. I finally said, “Well, I’m extremely self conscious about my weight and I’ll try to do better next time.”

    At the time I didn’t even stop to think that maybe I should be re-weighed or that the scale might be off. I was feeling so shameful and hateful of myself that all I could think of was what a giant fat failure I was.

    I left the office dejected after a few more comments about my starting weight and where I was then.

    I called Mark and burst into tears and spent the rest of the evening in a terrible guilty funk. It didn’t help that Sarah threw a 50 MINUTE long tantrum from the time I picked her up until Mark got home. I just wanted to throw myself on the floor and join right in with her.

    I texted with Susan about it – the only person I even felt remotely comfortable admitting my great shame to, and she was so encouraging. It lifted my spirits some, but not completely.

    But then my husband came home and was upset by how I was acting. “You did not gain nine pounds in two weeks. I don’t believe it. You would know.”

    The thing is, I don’t know that I would know. I feel so unbelievably big right now that it doesn’t seem like that big of a stretch.

    He encouraged me to re-weigh myself. So finally, I did. And guess what, he was right, I hadn’t gained nine pounds in two weeks, I had gained THREE. My digital scale at home has been exact with the digital scales at the OB office, but that old ridiculous scale weighed me SIX POUNDS heavier than my one at home.

    Besides feeling obviously relieved, I also felt angry. I know the NP was just going by the numbers she was given, but to be put through that session of shame when it wasn’t warranted was a form of torture for me.

    At this point I’m supposed to be gaining a pound a week. So three pounds is nearly right on target and I’m exactly where I should be.

    Mark has a mind to let the doctor know how angry he is by how I was treated, but I’m not sure what we’ll do or say. I do know that I won’t ever see that NP again.

    In order to get over the humiliation of it all, we’ve made it into a joke. Mark informs me that I have a buffer now – after all, I’ve already been shamed about gaining the weight, I might as well put it on.  So any time we come across something particularly fattening and yummy now, we say, “Nine pounds, two weeks!”

    Now, let’s just hope that doesn’t really happen. Though I have a feeling all this heartburn and stomach squishing will help things in that department.

  • 28 Weeks

    Date: 2013.07.05 | Category: Baby, Health, Life, Pregnancy | Response: 12

    I realized that with my first pregnancy, I would post every single week about what was going on in the form of letters to baby. This time, I (shamefully) am continually surprised to learn that another week has already slipped by.  I now find myself beginning my third trimester and I’m still trying to figure out where the time has gone.

    Things will pick up much faster now with less than 12 weeks to go, OB appointments every two weeks, lots of work to finish and two more trips to take between now and then. And in the Louisiana heat no less. Pray for me!

    In lieu of all those weekly baby updates, I thought I’d give you a little peek at where I’m at now.

    Baby: Girl – a big bony girl who sleeps a lot during the day and parties late into the evening hours. We have selected her name, but we’ll be keeping it on Internet silence until after she makes her debut.

    Weight gain: About the same pound for pound as last time, which is both depressing and reassuring. Depressing because I hoped to do better this time, reassuring because I got it all off last time and know I can do it again.

    Maternity clothes: I went into maternity clothes so much faster this time and have been in them for a while.  I already have some items that are going to be too small soon. So far I’ve avoided having to buy any, making some things from last time work, wearing some borrowed ones and making my jersey skirts and maxi dresses make do. I’m going to try to make this work for as long as I can.

    Stretch marks: So far, so good. Sarah gave me a million, so I’m hoping that I don’t add to that giant collection this time around.

    The belly: Is big and tight, but because of how I’m shaped, I think people still look at me and wonder if I’ve just been indulging in way too many ice cream cones.

    Exercise: I was walking five mornings a week, but that took a hiatus when I went to Colorado and started dealing a toddler getting up in the wee hours of the morning. I plan on starting back again Monday morning. However, I am definitely getting winded a lot more quickly these days.

    Best moment of this week: Passing my glucose tolerance test on the first try and getting the all clear from the cardiologist for the rest of my pregnancy and his blessing to have more children if that happens to be in our future.

    Miss anything: Laying on my back and spin class.

    Movement: This girl is so much lazier than Sarah was in utero. Sarah moved non-stop, but this one sleeps most of the day and then has wild and crazy dance parties in the evening and around 5 a.m.

    Food cravings: KEY LIME PIE. Cookies. Apples. All three give me terrible heart burn, but I do not care.

    Labor signs: Fortunately we’re still too early for all that business.

    Belly button in or out: In and will likely stay put. It never popped with Sarah.

    Wedding rings on or off: Still on! I never had to take them off with Sarah, and I’m hoping the heat is kind to me again this time.

    Happy or moody most of the time: Generally exhausted… which leads to moodiness. But I’m trying to stay happy and most of the time it works.

    Looking forward to: Seeing Sarah and Baby R. meet for the first time (and hoping it all goes well).

    Belly Shot:


    Preparations: We bought a larger vehicle, which was the biggest thing we needed to do. Baby’s room is still our storage room and I hope to spend some time tomorrow starting to clean it out and getting it ready. I’m also hoping to start cooking and freezing next month. I’ve started a list for myself on Amazon of things I need to replace and/or get more of before she arrives. I’m hoping all those Amazon rewards points help me out there!

  • Successes and Failures

    Date: 2013.07.03 | Category: Family, Food, Home, Life, Mark, Pregnancy, Sarah | Response: 17

    There are so many things you don’t think about when you’re pregnant for the first time. After all, it’s hard to get beyond those blissful imaginings of those sweet little baby toes and the smell of baby’s head. And both those things went beyond my expectations in how wonderful they actually are. But there are those things that happen a couple of years down the road that you don’t think about at all.

    Toddlerhood is its own beast and we’ve been fighting many battles lately. Frankly, I’m exhausted. But unlike the first pregnancy, I have to keep chugging along for the sake of the little girl in our home who needs so much.

    Let’s start with the recent Failures.

    Failures:

    1. Potty Training. This will go down as one of the most frustrating experiences of my life. I have serious envy for anyone who had no problems getting their kid to start potty training. After testing out most of the “guaranteed” strategies and failing, we’ve discovered that we are going to have to come up with a new plan entirely that fits our daughter.

    Naked training? She hikes her leg and pees on things like a dog.

    Reward system? She dumped the chocolate chips on the floor and peed on them, and then later peed on the sticker sheet.

    Wet panties? She screamed and cried when we tried to pull them off of her. She doesn’t care that they’re wet and dirty. At all.

    New strategy has started. I don’t want to curse myself, so I’ll fill you in if and when it works.

    2. Fruit. I think I must have the only toddler in existence who hates fruit (besides bananas). I’m pretty sure this is a complete texture issue. We continue to offer her fruit, which she loudly and wholeheartedly rejects. So, we continue to make fruit smoothies and applesauce, both of which she loves.

    3. Naps. I know I’ve decried the lack of nap in the past, but even then she’d cave and nap at least three days of week. Those days are over it seems. Her day care teachers have also given up hope and we’ve resigned ourselves to having a kid who is done with naps. Every once in a while we’ll luck out and she’ll pass out in the car, but I am dreading having a newborn and a kid who doesn’t nap. Mimi or Nana may have to move in for a while…

    Successes:

    1. The Dinner Table. We have had so many stand offs at the dinner table over the past 6 months. She suddenly started completely rejecting foods she used to love, leaving us in complete dismay. So, we finally bit the bullet and did the hard thing. Now she no longer gets an after school snack (we distract her with outside play and water instead). And if she doesn’t eat what’s at the dinner table, then she doesn’t eat. I was so worried about her going hungry, but what do you know? Turns out it actually works! Kid scarfed down chicken quesadillas two nights ago loaded down with bell peppers and last night she had THREE helpings of red beans and rice and turkey sausage.

    2. The Big Girl Bed. Let me start by saying this was a two week long failure, and after weeks of spending two hours in the middle of the night putting her back in her bed over and over, I was so over it and ready to reassemble the crib. But while I was in Colorado, Mark discovered that she just wanted her door open. And now that she can see out at night, she stays put until morning time!

    3. Morning Drop Off. Sarah would cry and throw a tantrum every single morning at day care drop off. Mark and her teachers though have somehow managed to conquer the problem together, and now when she gets there she gives daddy a kiss and moves on to play. And in the mornings when it’s time to leave the house, she runs up to me, gives me a kiss and enthusiastically says, “Bye bye, Mama!” before running outside to get in daddy’s truck.

    Sometimes it’s hard to see the successes when the failures are constantly right in front of you, but I am proud that we’re making some headway on three things that were such terrible difficulties for so long. I can only hope that we’ll make some headway on at least two of the failures!

    P.S. I had my own great success yesterday when I passed my glucose tolerance test with Baby R. Now, someone get mama some key lime pie.

  • Bring on the Goodies

    Date: 2013.06.17 | Category: Baby, Books, Food, Health, Me, OMG YAY!, Pregnancy | Response: 6

    Life has been insane! We’re down to about three more months before baby gets here and we’ve been scrambling to line things up in preparation, including obtaining a larger vehicle, cleaning out our guest bedroom so it can house the new nursery and trying to figure out what I need to replace that was either lost or destroyed after Sarah was born. Throw in a toddler who loves to get out of her new bed in the late hours of the night, a busy work and photography schedule, and work conference out of town tomorrow and you get one tired pregnant lady. But it’s all very exciting! Hopefully I’ll be able to tell you the whole story about the new vehicle when I get back next week if all the stars align like they’re supposed to next weekend.

    In the mean time, I give you a list of things that make my very full heart sing.

    1. Chobani Flips Key Lime Crumble. Let’s be honest here. If I could, I would eat real key lime pie every single day. There is something about that tart, sweet flavor that makes me swoon. However, I’m scared of gaining too much weight and I happened to find this little lovely. At 180 calories and made of Greek yogurt, I have no problem chowing down on these nearly every day. Plus, it has white chocolate chips and graham cracker crumbs that you mix in and it tastes nearly as good as real key lime pie. They sell these at my local grocery store for about $1.49 a piece.

    2. Apples and peanut butter. More specifically Fuji apples and Peter Pan creamy peanut butter. I seriously can not get enough of this combination, though again for the sake of weight gain I try to keep the peanut butter consumption down to every other day, but have no problem eating those apples all day every day.

    3. Audible.com. I’ve been a fan of Audible for a long time. I’ve only ever started listening to two of the 50 or so audiobooks from them that I own that I didn’t care for. My husband got me a yearlong subscription to them for Christmas and I put it to good use. I like audiobooks on a good day, but now that I’m exhausted at the end of the day, it’s so much easier to just zone out to Solitaire Blitz, or close my eyes and listen. They also help keep me awake when I’m editing photos and would really rather crawl under my desk and sleep. Subscriptions range from $14.95 a month and go up from there.

    4. Jersey Knit Skirts. While pushing through the Louisiana summer heat in my largest months of pregnancy doesn’t rate at the top of my favorite activities, I am so happy that I can still wear all my non-maternity jersey skirts. They stretch, go over or under the belly and, best of all, keep my wardrobe from being limited to the same three outfits. The one shown here is actually a maternity skirt, but really, who is going to be the wiser when I keep wearing it after baby comes? It’s stretchy and pops right back into shape. Old Navy, $29.94.

    5. Humphrey yogurts from Counter Culture. If you’re not from north Louisiana, you may be scratching your head at this one. We have a local eatery called Counter Culture and they dish up these amazing desserts (or lunch, I mean, it’s filled with fruit after all). Traditionally the Humphrey is made with their signature tangy frozen yogurt, granola, honey, strawberries, grapes and bananas. We sub out blueberries for the grapes most of the time. And they are amazing! If you’re ever in the area, get one.

    p.s. No one pays me to do this, I just thought I’d share.

  • Things That Go Bump in the Night

    Date: 2013.06.11 | Category: Baby, Family, Home, Me, Pets, Pregnancy, Sam Cat, Sarah | Response: 8

    Saturday we decided it was time to take the plunge and move Sarah from a crib to a big girl bed. At the time, I had forgotten that my mom was babysitting that night and would have to be the one to put her down for the first time in that bed. Mom took to it with determination, and surprisingly had no problem at all. Turns out she loves her big girl bed and is pretty thrilled with the star sheets and bedding on it too.

    Sunday went equally well, with her taking a nap (!!) in the bed and then sleeping all through the night as well. When she woke up, I heard her and went in her room to find her rolling around in bed and playing with her feet.

    And then there was last night.

    Around 4:00 a.m., I was awoken from a yet another terrible nightmare where I had forgotten to feed my second child and was struggling with breastfeeding, when I heard the familiar *bump* of Sarah’s door slamming open, and then the frantic scurry of feet down the hallway. My first thought was, “That damn cat.”

    You see, Sam Cat has a nasty habit of opening Sarah’s door to wake her up when he can’t get us out of bed for his own nefarious purposes. He knows that if she wakes up, we get up.

    So I tiptoed over to her door and looked into her bed to make sure she was still sleeping. Then I hear “Mama!” and look over to see her standing at the end of the hall, holding on to her little stuffed animal, shaking and confused.

    I scooped her up and put her back in her bed and told her it was ok, that she needed to go night night again and closed the door.

    Then, while I was relieving my ever full bladder, I hear the bump and scurry again down the hall. I called to her and she came running in the bathroom and promptly sat on her own potty and looked at me.

    Back to bed. This time I laid down with her, which is no small feat. It involved me wedging my increasingly large self between her and the wall, while she laid her head on my face. In the mean time Baby R, who has been suspiciously quiet during the day time hours, decided to throw a dance party in my stomach. After about 15 minutes of this, I got up and told her it was night night time.

    Back to the bathroom. From my perch I spied that evil cat sneak past me and go straight to her room where he opened her door AGAIN. This of course sparked another round of running through the hallway, this time with me muttering curses under my breath at the cat.

    I rounded her up, yet again, and got her in bed. I tucked her in tight and reaffirmed the night night. I’m not sure if she was scared of the growing anger in my voice towards the cat, or if by that time she was just worn out, but she finally laid down and stayed down.

    In the mean time, I chased the cat through the house, finally caught him and then chucked him out the back door. Sam Cat has officially lost inside night privileges.

    I managed to get about an hour of sleep before Sarah was up at 6:30, coming through her bedroom door about 30 minutes before her usual time. Although I had dressed for my walk, I ended up just throwing up my hands, putting Bubble Guppies on for her on the iPad and laid next to her while I dozed for 45 minutes.

    I know consistency is the key with these things and I’m going to stick with putting her back in her bed every time… but next time I’m making my husband do it.

  • Getting My Confidence Back

    Date: 2013.06.05 | Category: Bonnie Barrell, Dogs, Health, Leela Fish, Life, Me, Pregnancy | Response: 12

    We interrupt this vacation story to talk about exercise (I know, boo, HISS back to the New Orleans pecan pie on the griddle).

    You see, back before I got pregnant I was working out a lot, spinning and lifting. I was really proud of myself and got that great endorphin surge on a regular basis. I got to know my workout instructor and appreciated the lunchtime ritual of going and working hard.

    After I got pregnant, the heart stuff started and I was basically told to keep it just to walking. I was bummed, but knew I could keep up the walking at the very least. But then I didn’t. I couldn’t find the time to do it. After work all I want to do is come home, crawl on to the couch and try to muster up the energy to play with my daughter. Lunchtime became out of the question for time reasons and I quickly caved to just skipping it all together.

    As I gave it up, I also started feeling gross and down – my body trying to adjust to life without that boost. And then mentally I kept blaming my heart and the baby. I needed to take it easy after all, right?

    Well then I went on vacation and hiked it all over the city of New Orleans, and then up and down the beach in the sand, oftentimes while carrying my 30-pound toddler. And you know what? For the most part, my heart was just fine and I actually felt a lot better.

    So I decided to have a pep talk with myself and figure out a solution.

    While talking to a coworker about finding time to read, I started telling her about how I used to get up in the mornings and walk the dogs while listening to audio books. I loved the cooler mornings, the happy dogs, and the time to myself. And then it clicked – of course I should go back to morning walks, why hadn’t I thought of that sooner?

    I still had no planned start date for this, however. But this morning, I woke up early on my own. My brain fought me, “You don’t have to start THIS morning.” But I was up and figured no time like the present.

    When I went to the back door with my walking shoes on and my dogs went ballistic. They were SO HAPPY because they know what those shoes mean. I plugged in my audio book, and we took off. We went just shy of two miles, but it was nice, felt so good and the morning alone time was decadent.

    Plus, my postpartum goal is to be able to walk my favorite local 5k – the Pumpkin Run the Saturday before Halloween. I figure I need to at least give my legs some time to prepare!

    So here goes nothing. Let’s hope I can stick to this and continue to tell my brain to shut up in the mornings.

  • The Girl Factor

    Date: 2013.05.14 | Category: Baby, Family, Home, Life, Mark, Nostalgia, OMG YAY!, Pregnancy, Sarah | Response: 17

    By now news has spread about Baby R. being a girl. I’m thankful to say that the overwhelming response has been positive! We’ve had a few naysayers, “Oh man, I really wanted you to have a boy this time.” Or  “Are you sure you’re ok with that?”

    Because, you know, if I’m not I can just wave my magic wand and turn Baby R. into a boy.

    So let me say it now, not only am I ok with it, but I’m positively thrilled about bringing another little girl into the family.

    Here’s why:

    1. SISTERS!

    I am one of three girls and have no brothers as a reference point, so I realize I’m biased going into this. But I love having sisters. Yes, we fought quite a bit as kids, but for every fight, there was more playing, more coordinating dances and acting out made up plays. There were extensive parades wearing mom’s old formal dresses and cheerleading uniforms and impressive attempts at putting make up on one another. There was hauling the dog into the baby stroller and dressing her up in our doll’s finest.

    (P.s. How much does Sarah look like my youngest sister MC?!)

    As we got older we were able to support each other in the feminine aspects of life, especially when Shannon and I got pregnant at the same time. Now we share in the chaotic, but awesome bond of motherhood. Plus, sisters seem to have an intuitive bond with one another, both emotionally and well, whackily. For instance, it’s really not fair when Shannon and I are on the same team when we play Cranium – a hunched back walk is quickly identified as “Ghandi” and the other players throw their arms up in disgust.

    Event with my youngest sister, I’ve walked a similar path seven years before she has, and she calls me for help and advice. I’m sure you can do the same with brothers, but I am so thrilled my girls will have a feminine resource in one another.

    2. SAVINGS!

    I hardly have to buy any clothes for Baby R. Granted my girls won’t be born the same time of year, but with all the mamas adding to our growing collection of girl clothes, we’re covered. Plus, I get to dress Baby R. in all those smocked dresses I got, borrowed, and bought, thus making my husband feel somewhat better about their initial purchase.

    Also – we bought most of our big stuff gender neutral first time around, but a few things were extremely girly, namely the crib bedding and the bouncy chair. No need to make a little man suffer the indignity of pink!

    3. FAMILIARITY!

    Another girl! I’ve done this once before! Yes, I know no two kids are ever the same, and I am trying to prepare for that. But my gosh I can recognize a yeast infection, know how to properly clean a little girl and can expect some of the other girl side effects that come with being an infant.

    4. WE’RE NOT MISSING OUT

    Well not really. My nephew J is four days younger than Sarah and is like a brother to her. They spend every day at daycare together and usually at least one weekend day. Both of my girls will have their rough and tumble boy cousin to keep them in check and teach them how to get appropriately wild and dirty.

    Is there some disappointment about not having a boy this time? Well I’m sure Mark would love a running buddy in his growing house of women, but any underlying disappointment has already been squashed by the thought of more girlish giggles and pigtails.

  • It’s a…

    Date: 2013.05.07 | Category: Baby, Pregnancy | Response: 16

    GIRL!


    That’s right, our household is preparing for double the pink, costumes, shoes and endless episodes of Doc Mcstuffins.

    But, baby girl tried to be coy with us. When we went in for the ultrasound today, it was quickly established that Baby R is breach and had her back to us. The ultrasound tech told us that most babies who are positioned that way don’t show and tell.

    It had been a bad day leading up to this moment, so I was really counting on the gender reveal to be the bright spot in our day. My disappointment slowly creeped up, but I held it together and was happy to see the baby moving around and looking 100% healthy. But then, with a little jab of the ultrasound wand, she spread ‘em and showed us that she is indeed a girl.

    Part of me thought I might be a little disappointed if it wasn’t a boy, but as soon as the tech announced girl, a great joy settled over me and I started having flashbacks of plays and dress up and dancing with my sisters when I was little. I truly could not be happier, and I am so glad Sarah and Baby R will get to be sisters!

    All of Baby’s measurements look good. She’s weighing in right on target at 10 ounces. The only problem they saw was that my placenta is a little on the low side. They aren’t too worried about it though because it usually moves up as the baby continues to grow. Still though, we’ll have to have another ultrasound next time around to make sure it’s moving up like it’s supposed to. Can’t say I’m disappointed that I’ll get to see her sweet face again in four weeks.

    Speaking of faces, technology is pretty cool!