"... And a Little Round Belly..." - 18 Weeks
Just in time for the holidays, I have my own bowl full of jelly. Ian was looking at me a few days ago, and he said "wow, you've really got a belly there", and he's right. All of a sudden I have this burgeoning belly that wasn't there before. Last night I laid in bed with my hands on my stomach, amazed at this science experiment going on in my body. I was also hoping a little that maybe the baby would choose that moment to introduce itself and give me a little kick or something - but alas, nothing to report, just some swishy sensation and that's it.
Yesterday I had another doctor's appointment. Ian finally got to hear the baby's heartbeat, which he really enjoyed. At this point I'm getting anxious about the doctor well before I'm actually in the office. I don't think there's anything I can do, my doctor is a small, soft-spoken, calm woman (and as she said "I don't even wear a white coat!"), so my fears are totally irrational. I think it may be partially based on the lack of control at the doctor's office - probably the same reason I'm not a big fan of flying. I'm a bit of a control freak, I confess. When I was younger, I would be in and out of the doctor's office and urgent care center for all kinds of injuries from playing soccer. It was great I could point to my foot and say "it hurts right there" and then explain how it happened. I was an active participant in the medical process. Now though, it seems like the doctors and nurses hold all the cards. They get all the tests back before I do, and have a much better idea of what's going on inside me than I do. My blood and urine can tell a better story of what's going on than I can verbally.
Also, we were disappointed because I thought they would want to do another sonogram to check on the cyst I have, but that will wait until I have the offical ultrasound test with the technician in three weeks. We are very anxious to find out the sex of this baby, not that we care either way, but we've been dying to know since we found out I was pregnant. I am less disappointed than I thought I would be that we didn't find out. I guess I figure that we have the rest of the baby's life to know whether to call it a him or her. This, in a way is a stage of mystery and limbo, where we rely on our feelings (I feel like it is a boy, but I've heard that intuition is wrong 50% of the time), and get to hear what other people think it might be based on weird things like what food's you're craving. Not that I'd want to endure 9 months of not knowing, this is just such a unique time of ambiguity, the world is full of instant messaging, cell phones, and microwaves. Some things can wait.
Yesterday I had another doctor's appointment. Ian finally got to hear the baby's heartbeat, which he really enjoyed. At this point I'm getting anxious about the doctor well before I'm actually in the office. I don't think there's anything I can do, my doctor is a small, soft-spoken, calm woman (and as she said "I don't even wear a white coat!"), so my fears are totally irrational. I think it may be partially based on the lack of control at the doctor's office - probably the same reason I'm not a big fan of flying. I'm a bit of a control freak, I confess. When I was younger, I would be in and out of the doctor's office and urgent care center for all kinds of injuries from playing soccer. It was great I could point to my foot and say "it hurts right there" and then explain how it happened. I was an active participant in the medical process. Now though, it seems like the doctors and nurses hold all the cards. They get all the tests back before I do, and have a much better idea of what's going on inside me than I do. My blood and urine can tell a better story of what's going on than I can verbally.
Also, we were disappointed because I thought they would want to do another sonogram to check on the cyst I have, but that will wait until I have the offical ultrasound test with the technician in three weeks. We are very anxious to find out the sex of this baby, not that we care either way, but we've been dying to know since we found out I was pregnant. I am less disappointed than I thought I would be that we didn't find out. I guess I figure that we have the rest of the baby's life to know whether to call it a him or her. This, in a way is a stage of mystery and limbo, where we rely on our feelings (I feel like it is a boy, but I've heard that intuition is wrong 50% of the time), and get to hear what other people think it might be based on weird things like what food's you're craving. Not that I'd want to endure 9 months of not knowing, this is just such a unique time of ambiguity, the world is full of instant messaging, cell phones, and microwaves. Some things can wait.
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