How far along? 19
weeks
Total weight gain/loss: About +5 lbs.
Maternity clothes? Indeed. Same rotation of pants and shirts.
Stretch marks? Still only pre-preg thigh variety.
Sleep: Have some nights where it’s good, some bad.
Best moment this week: Getting the loud noise kick.
Movement: I haz it.
Food cravings: Nothing in particular. Just more of everything.
Gender: Back to thinking boy but wishing girl.
Labor Signs: Still a few Braxton Hicks now and then.
Belly Button in or out? Just barely innie. Still wider.
What I miss: Being able to stay out past 11pm.
What I am looking forward to: The ultrasound in ONE HOUR!
Weekly Wisdom: I’ll stick with the importance of water. Drink it. Love it.
Milestones: The noise/movement combo.
Archive for June, 2009
19 weeks.
Category baby business
The Fruit: 19 weeks.
Category baby business
Vernix caseosa, a greasy white substance made of lanugo, oil and dead skin cells (yum) now coats baby’s skin, shielding it from the amniotic fluid. (Picture yourself after a nine-month bath, and the need for protection makes sense.) You might actually get to see the vernix at birth, especially if baby is premature.
Mangoes and greasy white substances. Mmmmmm.
It’s like the Ninja knows…
Category baby business
So far in this pregnancy, I’ve noticed one constant. I’ll have a symptom or milestone (backackes, movements) and then I’ll get an email from “What to Expect” or a Bump email saying “Aching back?” or something. It’s like this kiddo is stoked about making me feel most effects of pregnancy…right on time.
Today is no different. The Ninja moves around on a definite schedule. Two of the more normal times are around 9am and 11pm. However, this morning, while on the train around 8:15…the “door closing” signal went off (imagine a loud, ear piercing screech) and then WHAM! – a huge kick that made me jump out of my seat. That’s the first time that I can tell that there’s been a direct correlation between noise and movement.
I check the blog this morning and my nurturedfamily.com ticker says, “Day 118: Loud noises may startle the baby.”
Check.
In other news, I’m totally scurred about the drinking 32 ounces of water by 8 am tomorrow and not being able to pee until after the u/s. How in God’s name will I avoid pissing in my pants?! HOW?!
So this is what death’s door looks like…
Category baby business, not so much
I tried adding the words “Put me out of my misery.” to my tweet this morning, but I ran out of room.
But honestly, I feel that way. I REALLY felt like that while I was laying in bed last night, and only slightly feel that way today.
I am SO OVER being sick. If you’re not a twitter follower of me, you may not have known that Monday afternoon, my cold (which was a month in already) decided to go ahead and START ALL OVER AGAIN…with the stuffy, snotty nose, coughing, sweats and everything else that is having a cold. I was thinking I was finally getting over it, even though the chest pain that started a little over a week ago hadn’t subsided.
So, yesterday morning after my shower, I decided I officially was not going to work. I could barely move from the chest pain and was going through a kleenex every 3 minutes. Not to mention every earth shattering cough and sneeze was triggering the occasional braxton hicks.
Around 3pm when the hubs came home with the car, I took myself to Urgent Care. Got myself an x-ray (which I fully stressed myself with but feel better now) and exam – no pneumonia, no blood clot in the lung, possible bronchitis. I was given a Z-Pack and Tylenol w/Codine that I’m not so sure I want to take, even though it’s safe.
Last night, I was fully doped up on antibiotics, Robitussin, and Sudafed. I felt better, but felt guilty about all I was putting this little bean through. I’m pretty sure all this kid knows are PB&Js, pickles, and the sound of momma’s cough. And that makes me sad. When I finally went to bed, I felt so guilty and crappy and like a horrible fetus host that I almost started to cry. Luckily, I still had enough sense to realize that my Sudafed would be wearing off soon and any crying would only worsen the nasal issues I was having, so I convinced the waterworks to knock it off.
So here we are today. I’m at work, still feeling miserable (the Robitussin is on board so that’s helping), but at least feeling the babe’s kicks so I know it’s not too crabby with me. Today, operation HEALTHY MOMMA begins. The hubs and I will kick it off with a grocery store trip this evening.
18 Weeks.
Category baby business, paparazzi
How far along? 18
weeks
Total weight gain/loss: About +5 lbs.
Maternity clothes? Still wearing them. Still heavenly.
Stretch marks? I’ve begun treating the ones on my thighs with Mederma. We’ll see how that goes.
Sleep: Lately, it’s been good. Been utilizing the body pillow the last few nights.
Best moment this week: Just feeling more movement again!
Movement: I haz it.
Food cravings: Fruit has been sounding delish.
Gender: Back to thinking boy but wishing girl.
Labor Signs: Sadly, Braxton Hicks struck this week. (Although not REAL labor.)
Belly Button in or out? Still innie. Still wider.
What I miss: Beer, but the O’doul’s Amber is DELISH.
What I am looking forward to: Next Tuesday’s BIG u/s! (Although we won’t find out the sex.) 
Weekly Wisdom: KEEP DRINKING YOUR WATER! BH SUCKS.
Milestones: Learning what contractions feel like.
