After months of trying to book my 20 week ultrasound, and the hospital being too overbooked to see me, our insurance finally gave me the 'Okay' to go to another facility. And, after weeks of trying to get this other facility to return our phone calls, I finally go a hold of someone and was able to book the 20 week ultrasound at almost 23 weeks. Hey, better late than never.
The ultrasound was on Thursday. It was an anatomy scan, where they have to look at, photograph and measure nearly every centimeter of the baby. They wouldn't tell me much, but I do know that our bouncing baby boy is weighing in at 1 lb 5 oz (a wee bit big already), and he's about a foot long. We also got an up close and personal shot of his "boy parts" as the tech called them, so if anyone was holding out hope for a girl, it's time to give up.
The ultrasound itself was not fun at all. I barely got to look at the screen, it was freezing cold in there, and my back was killing me because of the position I had to lay in (but at least I got to lay down, poor Danny has to stand in the corner for the hour long visit. They didn't even offer him a chair!). I was glad when it was all over. We can start calling the Dr to try and get our results on Monday. Oh, and they didn't even give us any pictures, so don't ask...
More exciting than the scan is the fact that I felt the first real kicks that same day! It happened in the car on the way to the clinic, and then again while I was on the table getting the scan. In fact, our guy was kicking so much that it took forever for our tech to get a measurement of his femur.
A few days before that, on Tuesday, we went to another OB appointment. They listened to the heartbeat, which was good, and they measured my stomach and told me I was "measuring big", 24 weeks, even though I was only 22 weeks 4 days. They also said I'm gaining too much weight, since I gained 12 lbs since my last visit. The nurse said to me "Let's try and keep it at a pound a week, okay?". Hmm... I really don't feel that big, at that point most people we're telling me that I look too small to be almost 6 months, or that they wouldn't know I was pregnant if I hadn't told them. Also; I've only gained 10 pounds total from my pre-pregnancy weight. But, alas, I don't want to get too big, so I guess I better be more careful. No more yogenfruz for me...
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| 23 weeks 1 day |
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| next week is 6 months! |
I am finally starting to show, though, which is very exciting. Danny always tells me "you look super pregnant today!" with this big huge smile on his face. He's getting a bit jealous though, now that we're in the fun part of the pregnancy.
Last night we were laying in bed and I could feel the babykins kicking, and it felt like it was pretty hard. He put his hands on my belly and waited, and whenever the baby kicked I'd say "did you feel that?", but he couldn't feel anything. I wager it won't be much longer til he can feel it too though. This baby seems to be getting stronger every day.
Oh, P.S. If you haven't heard, Danny got new orders and we're moving to Fort Belvoir, Virginia in May. Actually, my due date it May 4th and our move date is probably right around May 8th, so this should be fun. Also; we're coming home for a couple weeks in February (the 7th through the 21st). See you then!