My last check up
Wow, a lot of time has gone by since my last posting on this blog. So here's the scoop:
I had my last check up with my midwife three weeks ago (!). There wasn't an ultrasound scheduled or anything, it was just a check up. Turns out that I had lost almost two pounds. For a normal sized woman, this probably wouldn't be such a good thing but for me (since I started the pregancy at my heaviest weight every), it's pretty good. All in all, I'm down 1.5 pounds since getting pregnant. It's fantastic, actually, and I'm really proud of myself. I'm just getting to the point now where I could really feed my face full of sweets and carbs, so controlling myself from here on out may be a bit more difficult. Yesterday I woke up with the strongest craving I've ever had in my life.....for a chocolate donut. I'm totally serious - I would have sold my husband into slavery for a Dunkin' Donuts. Thankfully, there's an amazing bakery about a mile from our house and they had just what I wanted. Three donuts later, I was a happy camper. :)
Anyway, the rest of the check up went well. Kathryn tried to find the baby's heart beat using a sonogram machine, but she couldn't find it. She asked another, more experienced midwife to come in and try to find the baby's heartbeat, but that didn't work either. Apparently, most babies really can't stand the feeling of the sonogram (it sends sound waves to bounce off of their bodies), so they swim away from the machine. Isn't that incredible? Anyway, they told me not to be alarmed but that they were going to send me for an ultrasound (which they had to call an "emergency ultrasound" in order for radiology to fit me in). I was calm, but I called Brian because I figured he'd want to be there.
It took them over an hour to squeeze me in to the schedule. During that hour, I had a lot of time to think about what could possibly be wrong with the baby. I tried to stay calm, but I started to get nervous that something was really wrong. The second we saw our little peanut on the screen, it was clear that everything was fine. That little heart was pumping away, rhythmic and strong. The baby is SO much bigger - over five inches long at that point!! It was hard to believe that something so big could be inside of me and I couldn't feel it.
The doctors measured the baby from every possible angle and showed us the skull and the spine and the feet and hands and everything. It's tough to decipher all of the little bits and pieces on a black and white screen, so it was helpful to have a "guide." (Weird that you need a guide to your own uterus, right?)
Seeing the baby's face and recognizing that it really looks like a person was an amazing moment. Brian and I just gaped at the screen in silence. It was pretty neat.
I asked the doctors to see if they could determine our peanut's gender, but the baby's positioning didn't cooperate. Ever since then, though, I've had a strange sensation that it's a girl. Brian has, too. We'll find out (hopefully) on March 8th, if the baby cooperates and pulls a spread eagle for us.
More will be revealed!!
I had my last check up with my midwife three weeks ago (!). There wasn't an ultrasound scheduled or anything, it was just a check up. Turns out that I had lost almost two pounds. For a normal sized woman, this probably wouldn't be such a good thing but for me (since I started the pregancy at my heaviest weight every), it's pretty good. All in all, I'm down 1.5 pounds since getting pregnant. It's fantastic, actually, and I'm really proud of myself. I'm just getting to the point now where I could really feed my face full of sweets and carbs, so controlling myself from here on out may be a bit more difficult. Yesterday I woke up with the strongest craving I've ever had in my life.....for a chocolate donut. I'm totally serious - I would have sold my husband into slavery for a Dunkin' Donuts. Thankfully, there's an amazing bakery about a mile from our house and they had just what I wanted. Three donuts later, I was a happy camper. :)
Anyway, the rest of the check up went well. Kathryn tried to find the baby's heart beat using a sonogram machine, but she couldn't find it. She asked another, more experienced midwife to come in and try to find the baby's heartbeat, but that didn't work either. Apparently, most babies really can't stand the feeling of the sonogram (it sends sound waves to bounce off of their bodies), so they swim away from the machine. Isn't that incredible? Anyway, they told me not to be alarmed but that they were going to send me for an ultrasound (which they had to call an "emergency ultrasound" in order for radiology to fit me in). I was calm, but I called Brian because I figured he'd want to be there.
It took them over an hour to squeeze me in to the schedule. During that hour, I had a lot of time to think about what could possibly be wrong with the baby. I tried to stay calm, but I started to get nervous that something was really wrong. The second we saw our little peanut on the screen, it was clear that everything was fine. That little heart was pumping away, rhythmic and strong. The baby is SO much bigger - over five inches long at that point!! It was hard to believe that something so big could be inside of me and I couldn't feel it.
The doctors measured the baby from every possible angle and showed us the skull and the spine and the feet and hands and everything. It's tough to decipher all of the little bits and pieces on a black and white screen, so it was helpful to have a "guide." (Weird that you need a guide to your own uterus, right?)
Seeing the baby's face and recognizing that it really looks like a person was an amazing moment. Brian and I just gaped at the screen in silence. It was pretty neat.
I asked the doctors to see if they could determine our peanut's gender, but the baby's positioning didn't cooperate. Ever since then, though, I've had a strange sensation that it's a girl. Brian has, too. We'll find out (hopefully) on March 8th, if the baby cooperates and pulls a spread eagle for us.
More will be revealed!!

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