Baby Update
This shit is just weird. I've been having horrible nightmares every night, usually having something to do with Alan being sick, getting in a car crash, leaving me... A whole lotta fun.
You still can't tell I'm pregnant by looking at me. Other than the occasional mood-swing, you can't tell I'm pregnant by talking to me. I just started having to wear my fat pants, it displeases me. I mean, you work SO HARD not to wear the fat pants, and seeing as no one can TELL I'm pregnant, even I feel like I'm just getting fatter. And its weird, because I've actually lost like 9lbs during this pregnancy, no, not trying. Which would normally be cause for a "Yay!" but... dude, that just feels wrong. Get fatter AND lose weight? Lame. Plus, I feel like I'm failing the baby by losing weight. I know its all the baby and the nausea... but like I said, since I dont' look pregnant it's a little... unreal still.
So, that Friday I had the appointment to hear the heartbeat? Didn't happen the way it was supposed to. Apparently I have some things wrong with MY heart and had to go do some echo-cardiogram to find out the extent of the badness. It also turns out my uterus is backwards or something (I know, TMI) and they couldn't find the heartbeat--- so they were forced to do a sonogram. Now we have pictures of the baby! Three, actually. What was supposed to be a MAYBE 1 hour appointment turned into an all-day experience complete with probing, prodding, and uncertainty. Yay?
And yes, it does have my head and cheeks ALREADY (though that could change), and no, we don't know the sex quite yet. We should know the sex of the baby around Jan 15th which is Alan's Birthday, I think it'll be a nice 26th Birthday present for him. It is adorable, and helping the whole "realism" factor, but still leaving me with a bit of uncertainty.
Ug. I'm tired. Nap before work? I totally think so.
You still can't tell I'm pregnant by looking at me. Other than the occasional mood-swing, you can't tell I'm pregnant by talking to me. I just started having to wear my fat pants, it displeases me. I mean, you work SO HARD not to wear the fat pants, and seeing as no one can TELL I'm pregnant, even I feel like I'm just getting fatter. And its weird, because I've actually lost like 9lbs during this pregnancy, no, not trying. Which would normally be cause for a "Yay!" but... dude, that just feels wrong. Get fatter AND lose weight? Lame. Plus, I feel like I'm failing the baby by losing weight. I know its all the baby and the nausea... but like I said, since I dont' look pregnant it's a little... unreal still.
So, that Friday I had the appointment to hear the heartbeat? Didn't happen the way it was supposed to. Apparently I have some things wrong with MY heart and had to go do some echo-cardiogram to find out the extent of the badness. It also turns out my uterus is backwards or something (I know, TMI) and they couldn't find the heartbeat--- so they were forced to do a sonogram. Now we have pictures of the baby! Three, actually. What was supposed to be a MAYBE 1 hour appointment turned into an all-day experience complete with probing, prodding, and uncertainty. Yay?
And yes, it does have my head and cheeks ALREADY (though that could change), and no, we don't know the sex quite yet. We should know the sex of the baby around Jan 15th which is Alan's Birthday, I think it'll be a nice 26th Birthday present for him. It is adorable, and helping the whole "realism" factor, but still leaving me with a bit of uncertainty.
Ug. I'm tired. Nap before work? I totally think so.