Holy wow, this pregnancy is halfway over.
Let’s start out with your bump pics.
We marked 20 weeks with a visit to the perinatalogist. That’s the high risk pregnancy doctor. I officially have AMA – advanced maternal age. (Apparently, this is an affliction that you are labeled with if you will deliver at 35 or older.) This was my first visit to the perinatalogist, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’ve had most of the old lady tests done already and everything was okay. When I found out that we had to meet with a genetics counselor first, I started to get really anxious and paranoid, imagining all of the horrible things that they were going to tell me.
I was anxious for no reason. Everything was fine. The biggest part of the appointment was the anatomy scan. He is still a boy. All of his organs are where they should be. Brain, heart and spine look good. He weighs 13 ounces. He danced for the ultrasound, but they were still able to get the measurements that they needed. He’s currently breech, but the doc said that is pretty common. Here he is.
I go back to the perinatalogist in 8 weeks to check his growth again. They want to be cautious because of my thyroid issues, but so far, it doesn’t look like there are any problems. Woohoo!
Nesting is still progressing. I’ve been cleaning and clearing lots of clutter. Over the weekend, I got through the first boxes of junk in the nursery. Now, we are ready to transfer most of what’s left into the garage. There are two distinct piles – garage stuff and baby stuff. Here’s what it currently looks like.
Most of the baby items are hand-me-downs. We got the car seat over the weekend. Oh man. That was a huge kick in the butt. In 20 weeks, there is going to be a baby to put in that and take places. Hold me.
I had to go to the outlet stores to get maternity clothes. (The Motherhood outlet really wasn’t worth the trip. It’s basically the same as their regular store, but it is less convenient because I had to deal with outlet mall traffic.) To reward me for my patience in that store, I went to the Carter’s outlet. Since I sold a sewing machine earlier in the week for $50, I decided that was my budget to spend in the store. Because I forgot to factor in sales tax, I spent just over that. Here’s what I got.
I strongly believe that, whenever possible, baby clothes should have animals on them. (For these purposes, monsters count as animals.) It’s even better when there are extra animals on the butt.
Here’s what it will (more or less) look like when he is wearing it.
They also had a cold weather snowsuit type of thing that would make the baby into a bear. Bear hat. Bear feet. Fake fur. My husband thinks that I might be taking the baby animal thing too far. I disagree that such a thing is even possible. (If he is going to make me participate in Halloween, my least favorite holiday, he needs to know that the child will be an animal for as long as I get a say.) I got a $10 coupon when I was there, so I might get the bear suit when I go back to use the coupon. His use will be limited because we don’t have a lengthy winter. (Honestly, we get maybe a week and the rest is like a brisk autumn.) But during that time, he can be dressed like a bear. And that’s awesome.
Here’s the rest of it:
- My belly button continues to fascinate me. It’s working on something, but I can’t figure out what. Let’s play make believe for a second and you can learn what it looks like. Picture a human eye. Now, give that eye an allergic reaction to something so that the lid is really angry pink and puffy. Now, make the lid droopy on one side so that the actual eye is really small, but strangely shaped. Now, make the lid so puffy that it comes over the droopy part. That’s my belly button. I swear that it is trying to become an outie, but the scar tissue is preventing it. (This is the part where you get to be really thankful that you aren’t married to me because I am constantly showing it to my husband and telling him to touch it.)
- Earlier in the week, I had to go to Albertson’s to mail something at the Post Office Express. There is one Albertson’s in town (but it is far enough away to be inconvenient) that carries Chubby Hubby Ben & Jerry’s, the greatest ice cream ever. So I decided to take a chance and see if they had it. THEY DID. I haven’t had a regular supply of this since I moved to Vegas. The baby liked it a great deal and it made him dance with joy. Which, people of a certain age will remember, looks like this.
- My feet are still really swollen chunks of roast beef, but my hands are okay for the moment. I’m sure they will follow soon. I have freaky small hands, so it is going to look like a bunch of vienna sausages attached to a lady’s wrist stumps.
- What ails me now: Sinuses. In 1999, I had sinus surgery and it was amazing. After everything healed, I didn’t really have sinus issues again until I moved to Vegas in 2006. I think that was mostly because I was getting used to the desert after living in intense humidity for so long. Well, now I remember the fun of nonstop sinus pain. There are a few approved meds that I can take, but benadryl isn’t doing much. The swelling is the biggest issue, but I can’t take afrin or anything like that. But, I’ll take sinus pain any day over the gastroparesis.
- Awww, I am getting a nosebleed as I type this. I love when we get to share these special moments together. (Because I just typed that with a tissue sticking out of my nose.)
Let’s end this with a list of lies I intend to tell my child. I have no interest in mythical holiday figures or the tooth stuff, but my husband said that it is a part of childhood and it’s happening. I know that I have to compromise if I want him to start violin lessons for three hours per day at age 2, so I conceded. I do, however, have my own list of lies that I intend to perpetuate.
- The cats are normal. I don’t know why other cats have fur. (My husband says that through instinct alone, he will know this ins’t true. I believe my husband said, “You can’t look at them and think, oh, this is a normal creature.” Doesn’t mean that I’m not going to try.)
- Seeds are poisonous. (If you don’t know about this weird OCD quirk of mine, I promise that you don’t want to know more.)
- Mommy harbors no regrets about the $95k in student loans that she still has to pay from law school.
- Cleaning is super fun and all the kids love doing it.
- The Cure is a band for kids. (This worked with my stepkids and it will work again. Lovecats is very catchy for kids.)
- Mommy has very good taste in music.
- Frog is pronounced frawg and Daddy is saying it wrong. (Saying frahhhhg makes my teeth feel weird.)
I’m sure that list will expand as I consider it more.