So, I’m nearing the end of the 1st trimester, and I’m truly ecstatic to have these weeks behind me. While I’ve felt pretty fabulous this entire time, it’s always a little comforting when you have the first part behind you – just for peace of mind.
Here’s where the baby is today:
— My weight increased more than 75% just this week!
— All my bones are getting hard.
— My fingernails and toenails are coming in—just like the big kids.
— The right and left sides of my brain are connecting with each other.
— I now have my very own fingerprints.
— When my upper eyelid is touched, my eyes roll downward.
— From crown to rump, your baby-to-be is just over 2 inches long (about the size of a lime) and weighs half an ounce.
I spy baby crack.
I feel like I haven’t been to the Dr. in ages. My next appointment is on October 4th, and it can’t come soon enough! Hopefully I’ll be able to hear the heartbeat on the Doppler. I’m pretty sure I’m far along enough (I’ll be 13 weeks at the time) for that to occur. If not, maybe they’ll squeeze me in for an ultra-sound. Nah, probably not. If I had the money, I’d seriously buy a machine and just walk around with it all day. As it is, I can peek in on Anna throughout the day while she’s at school (thanks to the webcam there). I should be able to do the same with my unborn child, too, right?
Too much? Yeah, probably so.
Being the impatient person I am, I decided to waste money on the Intelligender test. I say waste because how accurate can a urine gender prediction test be, but it was accurate for my sister, so why not? I’m at least 8 weeks away from finding out on an ultra-sound what I’m having – that’s pretty agonizing for a person who can’t even wait for a bag of popcorn to pop.
Anyway, after testing with FMU (first morning urine), I got this result…
Wait for it…
Wait for it…
Here’s what it would’ve looked like had it been a girl:
Yellow…just like pee.
According to the Intelligender site, the tests have an 87.6% accuracy rate if tested with FMU. Of course the odds are pretty darn high seeing that it has a 50/50 shot of being right, so I guess we’ll see!
Needless to say, Joe was pretty darn ecstatic at the prospect of having a son.
How I’m feeling:
I’m feeling pretty great. I have very mild nausea, almost non-existent. I’m not really that fatigued. I mean, I go to bed at 8:30 or so, but I’ve always done that because that’s what boring people do.
I’m still only up about 1 lb. Maybe 2. I haven’t weighed myself the past few days. I’m not concerned because I know it will eventually start piling on, and then I’ll be like WTF is wrong with me?
Still not much of a bump, but that’s to be expected considering I didn’t show ‘til about 24 weeks the last time. Once I actually start showing, I will be posting weekly belly pics comparing last time to this time. You’ll just have to excuse my white trash clothes in these photos as most of the time I’m wearing pajamas and have my head cut out so as to not scare the children.
My hormones are much more in check. Joe thanks Baby Jesus for this. I feel much more stable and generally happy and well adjusted now. For a few weeks there, I was fully expecting my head to rotate 360 degrees.
My sister and I are exactly 3 weeks apart in our pregnancies. She and I both had our first babies exactly 3 weeks early. So, if I go to 40 weeks and she has her second child early, we could technically have babies born on the same day. Our hospitals are 2 hours apart. My mom can’t break herself into two people, so what will we do?! I guess we’ll just worry about that when/if it happens. Let’s just hope that I go at 37 weeks again and she goes to 40. That way, there will be 6 full weeks between the babies, and I can be there while she’s delivering her baby and not still be drugged up on pain pills.
What’s also scary to me is that I had a really easy labor and delivery with Anna. Textbook. Will that happen again? My concerns at this point are that the on-call OB who delivered Anna said it was a good thing she came early as she wouldn’t have fit through my pelvis if she’d gotten any bigger. That’s a bit alarming. Will my body know to kick into gear again or is it too old to realize what the hell it’s supposed to do?! Again, I’ll just worry about that when it gets here.
In other news:
The count down ‘til Anna’s 3rd birthday is on! Just a little over 2.5 more weeks until my baby gets to blow out three candles on her cake. I can’t believe I have a 3 year old! And let me just state, for the record, that terrible twos are a joke. A JOKE. That’s kid stuff. 3 is when it gets real, yo. Prepare yourself. Call in an exorcist. Say a few Hail Marys ‘cause you’ll need them. The good thing is that in between all of the madness, 3 year olds are the most hilariously cute and sweet kids on the planet. My child is no exception.
Our fridge is on the fritz. It’s only 8 years old. We’ve already had it repaired once when the fan went out. Now we think it’s a compressor. So, we had to just bite the bullet and buy a new unit. The bad news is that it’s somewhere in Asia right now and won’t be here for another three weeks. Lowe’s (the place where we bought it) is kind enough to give us a brand new loaner fridge for the next three weeks. Now my child won’t starve!
Frigidaire SUCKS. I will never own another Frigidaire appliance again.
I get to leave for my annual St. Francisville girls’ trip in just a few days, and I can’t tell you how excited I am. I always have such a wonderful time relaxing with the women in my family. Hopefully some of them will be up for touring The Myrtles Plantation again. We all know about my ghost obsession!
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