The baby, per the ultrasound this morning, is measuring at just about 25w3d on all important measurements so things are, in the words of Mr. MC, “perfect.” I am 25w today, so things are even a little ahead of schedule. I am so relieved that everytime I think about it, I start to cry. I am now just going to make sure I get a lot of lean protein in my diet, and then not worry about my lack of weight gain. The baby is fine. The baby is good. The baby is “perfect.”
Oh, and we now know: wee-beastie is a HE-beastie!!
Mr. MC and I were so sure it was a girl, we are both still in shock. A boy! A HE-BEASTIE!!
The only one who knew, apparently, was my four-year old friend Maya.
Our conversation on Easter:
MC: “Hey Maya, do you think the baby in my tummy is a girl or a boy?”
Maya: “It’s a boy.”
MC: “Really? A boy? Are you sure it is not a girl?”
Maya: “It’s a boy” (slightly annoyed at having to repeat her very obvious statement of fact).
MC: “Wouldn’t it be fun to have a girl, though? You could show her all the cool things about being a girl!!”
Maya: “Yeah, that would be fun. . . .” (pause) . . . but it’s a boy.”
Behold the intuitive power of four-year olds.
That feeling — the feeling that something is horribly wrong — is back.
I am having horrible, horrible nightmares about sick babies, babies that aren’t growing right, or babies that die. It is awful and terrifying.
Mr. MC talked to my midwife: my weight gain, or lack of weight gain, is not normal. The last ultrasound, over a month ago, showed that the baby is growing fine, but I am outside of normal parameters, which to my mind is never good news.
So for now I just sit here and cry and panic and hope that there is just something wrong with me and not wee-beastie. PLEASE don’t let there be something wrong with wee-beastie. Please. Please. Please.
I can feel wee-beastie kicking and I am listening to his/her little heart just beat just like it should, but instead of being a comfort it is just making me more afraid.
I hope they can move the ultrasound up from Monday. I can not wait that long without completely falling apart.
UPDATE: They moved my ultrasound up to 10AM tomorrow morning. At least that is something.
Having never been this pregnant before, I don’t know how much a “normal” baby moves, but wee-beastie seems to be one active little bugger. The obvious things make him/her do the hokey-pokey like post-meal glucose bliss, but almost everything (save for my lectures, which is apparently nap time) seems to induce a major fit of the wiggles. A major trigger? Mr. MC singing to my stomach. It is very cool to feel the movement but sometimes feeling the BA-BOING and seeing my entire stomach bounce up and down is a little weird.
On the 31st I have an appointment with my OB and we may try another ultrasound as well, or at least we will schedule one. SHE-beastie or HE-beastie? The mystery remains unsolved — stay tuned.
The nausea and puking have resumed, which I can hopefully attribute to my impending cold. I have the sore throat — THE sore throat that you only get when you are getting sick — and it is making me super-gaggy. I have also completely lost my appetite and when I don’t eat, I get very nauseous. Against my will (I HATE to miss class) I cancelled class and am going back to bed for the afternoon.
Continuing worry: why have I still only gained 4 lbs. when I am 24 weeks pregnant? The tummy is growing, so the baby is presumably growing, right?
I am going to try and eat something, lay down, and then coach my child on the finer points of jazz hands while in utero.
I have returned to the States after 10 days in Europe.
I am exhausted and jet lagged, but wee-beastie thoroughly enjoyed him/herself. Apparently air travel, sugar, caffeine, and stress hormones (like the kind you produce when your purse — including your passport, credit cards, and migaine medicine — is stolen the first day into your travels) make my kid perform an Irish jig. Me: HOLY ^%$, my purse was just stolen! Wee-beastie: Weeeeee!!!!
It turns out the phantom UTI was not a UTI (hence the negative cultures) but an allergic reaction in my lady parts to my new shower gel. I used it a second time, the symptoms all came back for a few days, so now it is banished forever. In other pee related news, I peed my pants yesterday when I sneezed. On my way to class, mind you. Me: HOLY @*&^, I just peed my pants! Wee-beastie: Weeeeee!!!!
I am 24 weeks tomorrow. HOLY ^$#%, I am almost 6 months pregnant! I also managed, in between the pain au chocolate and the creme brulee, to lose weight in Europe. My tummy is larger, so I assume it was just the copious amounts of walking we did. Walking, it seems, it the only thing that lulls wee-beastie to sleep. The second I sit down, it is back to business. Be careful what you wish for: I told wee-beastie, since I didn’t want to bring the doppler, that s/he could move as much as s/he wanted because mommy found it very reassuring.
Last Sunday, it really started to burn when I peed. (I pee A LOT these days, so it was especially annoying and painful.) My pregnancy books were emphatic that if you thought you might be getting a UTI you had to “GO TO THE DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY OR YOU COULD GET A KIDNEY INFECTION AND THIS COULD CAUSE YOU TO GO INTO PREMATURE LABOR.” I was waiting for my OB’s office to open first thing Monday morning.
It is routine to also do “vaginal cultures” along with urine cultures, so I got the royal treatment. Everything burned and the pelvic was expecially painful. I have had UTIs before and my OB and I were both sure this was the cause of the pain, so she started me on an antibiotic. Then … all the cultures came back negative. They told me to finish out the antibiotic because I was feeling better and there was a chance the cultures missed something.
I feel like a nut — how could “nothing” burn so much? I swear I am not tying to be a drama queen.
I made the splurge and bought wee-beastie some white cotton kimono t-shirts. S/he will be born in July, so warm, fuzzy clothes are completely unnecessary for the few few months. This was a big step — I now have a tangible link to the future wee-beastie as a newborn.
Yesterday, after weeks of trying, Mr. MC was finally able to feel wee-beastie kicking. I love feeling the kicks and movement, but it was a little annoying while my bladder was so sore. Now that I am feeling better, it is so cool that he can feel them, too.
I leave for ten days in Europe (3 major cities; 2 countries) with seven students next Friday. Mr. MC can’t go, so this will be a working “babymoon.” At least I will not be tempted to buy adorable gender-specific baby stuff.
I am having Braxton-Hicks contractions every now and then. The first few scared the crap out of me, but my doctor assured me these are perfectly normal at this point in pregnancy. They are not painful, but there is a very distinct sense of tightening that can be uncomfortable. If I lay down and drink water, they do eventually go away.