First, this morning's number: 220.8. I don't seem to be losing any more weight, but I'm not gaining any, either. I'm definitely getting full faster when I eat, and I just don't seem to have any cravings. Food just doesn't sound super appealing these days. I'm also having more morning sickness, as it were, than I did last time. Not that I'm actually getting sick, but when I get up in the mornings I feel that not-quite-nauseated feeling. I usually hold off eating anything until Brendan is out the door to the sitter's. By then I feel a little more confident that anything I eat will stay down. Also, I'm a bit more prone to gagging myself when I brush my teeth. Bleah.
Well, I'm apparently about 10 days further along than I thought. I had an ultrasound on Monday, since I had only a vague idea of when my last period was. Based on the measurements they took of the little peanut (rump to crown and size of the head), they estimated I was approximately 14 weeks and 3 days along, instead of the 13 weeks I thought I was. That knocks 10 days off my due date, moving it up to June 15. It also meant that I couldn't get the ultrascreen done, the testing they did last time for the genetic problems like Downs and Trisomy 13. It makes me a little uneasy that we couldn't get the ultrascreen done (not that it would change anything if we did), but apparently I can get another screening, a blood test, done at around 20 weeks. My next appointment, first one with the doctor, is scheduled for January 16, which would put me at about 18 weeks, so I can probably get the screening scheduled after that.
I've told a few people--a friend whose wife is also due in June, some teachers I work with and a couple classes' worth of students (because they were wondering why I had missed school for a doctor's appointment)--but no family members yet. Almost told my dad last night, since he's not coming for Christmas, but I figured he'd have a hard time not spreading the news, and we want to tell as much of the family as possible on Christmas. I bought a t-shirt for Brendan that says "I'm going to be a big brother", and I think we'll just put him in it on Christmas morning and turn him loose in the house to see who notices first. Should be fun.
Anyway, I'm almost ready for Christmas. Still got a little shopping, a little baking, and a lot of cleaning to do, but we'll get there!
Pool Time
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Week 12? It's all so confusing
First of all, gotta give the weigh-in numbers: 220.4
I feel pretty good about that, given that my weight was about 237 when I figured out I was pregnant. I just don't feel like eating much. I am eating, and I wouldn't have thought that I was eating so much less that I'd be losing weight like this, but I guess coupled with the nutrients that are going straight to the kid, it's working for me. I do need to start working out, though, or I'm going to be in pretty lousy shape (lousier shape) when the kid gets here.
Thankfully, Brendan is finally past his big milestone. After 13 months of never being sick, the kid had a wicked virus that gave him three full weeks plus some of diarrhea. Poor guy. He didn't seem to feel particularly bad, but his diapers were all slimy, nasty, and runny; he got it all over his clothes, all over us, all over the place; and he had the most horrible diaper rash imaginable. I'm surprised his little hiney wasn't bleeding, he was so raw. But he's finally better; his poo has been solid since Wednesday or so, and so I'm hoping we are out of the woods. That was pretty miserable. I hope he's done being sick for a long while.
I finally had a doctor's appointment last week. Well, nurse's appointment. I won't actually see the OB for the first time until January, when she comes back from her own maternity leave. But I had my initial consultation with the nurse. I must admit, I am a bit freaked out, because she did not pick up a fetal heartbeat with the little transducer they rub around on your tummy. She rubbed it all over the place and didn't pick up anything. She didn't seem super concerned--I would think if she really had been she would have gone and gotten the portable ultrasound machine they have and plugged it in to check, or at least would have gotten the vaginal transducer out to see what she could pick up--but still. I would have thought that I was far enough along now (heck, based on my estimate of my last period, I should be about 12 weeks) to pick up the heartbeat without any problem. Anyway, she scheduled me for a gestational ultrasound--to determine a little more accurately how far along I must be--and an ultrascreen, the test they did last time to determine likelihood of any genetic problems like Downs Syndrome. I go in for those next Monday. Cross your fingers. And cross them that the little peanut is OK in there. I would think that if something had happened, like a miscarriage or something, that my pregnancy symptoms would go away, but I'm still a little queasy and have to pee all the time, and I would think there would be some kind of sign--pain, bleeding, something. So I'm hoping the little guy or gal is still in there and just hanging out quietly for now.
I feel pretty good about that, given that my weight was about 237 when I figured out I was pregnant. I just don't feel like eating much. I am eating, and I wouldn't have thought that I was eating so much less that I'd be losing weight like this, but I guess coupled with the nutrients that are going straight to the kid, it's working for me. I do need to start working out, though, or I'm going to be in pretty lousy shape (lousier shape) when the kid gets here.
Thankfully, Brendan is finally past his big milestone. After 13 months of never being sick, the kid had a wicked virus that gave him three full weeks plus some of diarrhea. Poor guy. He didn't seem to feel particularly bad, but his diapers were all slimy, nasty, and runny; he got it all over his clothes, all over us, all over the place; and he had the most horrible diaper rash imaginable. I'm surprised his little hiney wasn't bleeding, he was so raw. But he's finally better; his poo has been solid since Wednesday or so, and so I'm hoping we are out of the woods. That was pretty miserable. I hope he's done being sick for a long while.
I finally had a doctor's appointment last week. Well, nurse's appointment. I won't actually see the OB for the first time until January, when she comes back from her own maternity leave. But I had my initial consultation with the nurse. I must admit, I am a bit freaked out, because she did not pick up a fetal heartbeat with the little transducer they rub around on your tummy. She rubbed it all over the place and didn't pick up anything. She didn't seem super concerned--I would think if she really had been she would have gone and gotten the portable ultrasound machine they have and plugged it in to check, or at least would have gotten the vaginal transducer out to see what she could pick up--but still. I would have thought that I was far enough along now (heck, based on my estimate of my last period, I should be about 12 weeks) to pick up the heartbeat without any problem. Anyway, she scheduled me for a gestational ultrasound--to determine a little more accurately how far along I must be--and an ultrascreen, the test they did last time to determine likelihood of any genetic problems like Downs Syndrome. I go in for those next Monday. Cross your fingers. And cross them that the little peanut is OK in there. I would think that if something had happened, like a miscarriage or something, that my pregnancy symptoms would go away, but I'm still a little queasy and have to pee all the time, and I would think there would be some kind of sign--pain, bleeding, something. So I'm hoping the little guy or gal is still in there and just hanging out quietly for now.
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