There he is! Everything looks good. That’s his full profile: the arrow is pointing to his little face, his body is curled up tight, and you can kind of see his little hand back there behind his head. Matt and I both think his nose looks less like all the others did at this time (put another way: we think it looks less like Matt’s!). He’s measuring a little big at this point and the doctor thinks he’ll come out closer in size to MyMiddlest (my only 8 pounder) than the others, but that’s all speculation and just a side note.
I’m 20 weeks 4 days at this point. Which brings us smack to the middle of the pregnancy. My due date still sits at October 17. I’m well out of the first trimester and not quite to the third yet. Nausea has faded (finally), but my reflux is a killer this time around. I really think that’s what’s had me so sick in the first trimester – one led to the other. I’ll be trying Zantac soon, I have great hopes for it.
I’ve finally started feeling him move. This is monumental. I haven’t talked that much about it here, but I’ve been really worried about this baby. I’ve felt this baby move much less than all the others. I didn’t start feeling him move until last week. And then very rarely and very faintly. That, combined with the unusual sickness for me, has left me worried about the health of this baby. Very worried. Like cry and entertain the what-ifs too much. So, yesterday’s doctor’s visit left me walking on air. When the nurses asked me if the boy outcome was okay with me – I was ecstatic. He’s healthy! And I saw him moving, heard his heartbeat, and dreamed of touching his little cheeks. Because of all of the above, I really haven’t bonded with this baby like I have the others at this point. And that was sad to me too. But I feel so much better and ready for this little one now.
And speaking of the boy factor.. Several of you have asked how ThePrincess took the news. Not well, at first. My honey and I knew it was a boy before the tech confirmed it – we’ve seen a few of them, remember?! So when she told us for sure, all eyes turned to my girl. Who almost cried. Really. Bit her lip and tried to smile. But we immediately started talking him up and she really seemed to come around when she saw his little face and feet and hands. We went to a baby store and bought our first little outfit (first little anything) for him and I took just ThePrincess in with me to pick it out. After a constant redirect of “well, those are girls’ outfits, let’s look at the boys’ cute clothes.” She finally got excited about little stripey jammies and matching hats. I think in a couple weeks she’ll be fine and by the time he’s here she’ll be so excited to be holding a real live baby that all will be better. The rest of the family is fine with the verdict. BigMan, when asked, has been saying for weeks, every single time, that he thought it would be a boy. TheMiddlest has said he wanted another boy from the beginning. TheOldest wanted a girl, but was thrilled with the opposite as soon as they announced it. Matt and I couldn’t be happier either way (and I kinda like symmetry so the bookend boys make my OCD heart happy. Did I just say that?)
And just look at that sweet little foot. Makes my heart melt.
Thanks for all your prayers and congrats. We’ll talk names next time!
