Sadie: "Why, you certainly are a fat little Mommy now, aren't you?"
Sadie: "... I mean... because of the baby!"
So I guess that was her way of telling me that the bump is getting bigger and that she's noticed!
|This weeks photo...|
I'll add it to the lineup
Things are probably fine. I think it's likely that I have an anterior placenta, as a lot of people have already suggested, which makes it more difficult to feel movement and apparently sometimes, to find a heartbeat... but I'll admit that in my panicky-not-feeling-safe-in-the-second-trimester mind I am, on and off, a basket case every five minutes of so when I think about the appointment.
I went in and a med student came in first to ask questions and try to find the heartbeat.
When he couldn't I wasn't worried. The med students almost never find a fetal heartbeat and I was sure the doctor would (they found it pretty quickly at 10 weeks).
Then the doctor came in. He isn't my doctor, but he is one of my favorite doctors in the practice. He was there when I was in labor and when I was in the hospital with that horrible virus at 36 weeks, and he's really good. And he looked for the heartbeat. And looked and looked. We could hear the placenta, and finally after a long time, he said he's heard a couple of really quick little beats that were the baby, but that he thought the baby was zooming around too fast so they couldn't catch him (or her). He was super cheerful... and told me to make my ultrasound for two weeks from then and to make a doctor's follow up for that same day too.
|Our 12 week pictureq|
It probably doesn't help that just like with Patch if I'm on my feet too long or, I don't know, do something like drain the grease out of a pot of ground beef that I'm browning, I'll start having painful contraction like feelings until I take the time to sit down for a while... which I guess is my body's way of telling me that this will be another pregnancy where I have to slow down.
So two weeks... June 2nd...
I'm almost-sure that everything is okay... most of the time. I mean, otherwise if the doctor was worried, would have sent me in right away, right? But I pretty much fret incessantly when I'm pregnant since we lost Christian in the second trimester... and yesterday isn't really helping that tendency.
Any prayers that this little one is okay (and could, I don't know, maybe start kicking up a storm!) would be greatly appreciated!
He's definitely letting all of us know where he stands.
Sometimes having her bigger sister show her something is okay is all she needs to get past a little hurdle!
Apparently the water table is in our basement again. It's not that bad. This would be the 7th time something like this has happened since we moved here in fall of 2012... so... anything that was going to be ruined has been. And at least it was ground water this time instead of something backing up out of the pipes. It's so much easier to deal with one over the other.
His reaction had me laughing. When we got to the bottom of the stairs he saw Paul and said "Uh oh! Hi! Uh oh! Hi! Daddy!" in a loud voice.
Then we took him back upstairs and he got to sleep in the big bed for a while, until it became clear that no sleeping was going to happen (there was a lot of giggling and clapping and talking going on) and finally he went back to sleep in his own crib.
I'm pretty sure these kids are going to be taller than me by the time they're ten...
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