Is it time to see the doctor YET?

The days have been going by so slowly. I feel like it's taking forever to get through three weeks. I'm only halfway there! I have ten whole days before I see the doctor again. I'm hoping that our next appointment we'll be scheduled for our anatomy scan, which is the ultrasound where we find out what we're having.

I don't think I'm showing yet, but I'm definitely getting thicker. Ha ha. Most of my tee shirts are too snug around my middrift to be comfortable anymore. We bought our first maternity top. It's not even a maternity top. I got it in the plus size section of Target, because none of the actual maternity stuff Target had appealed to me. BUT WHATEVER. There's plenty of room to grow in the belly area which is the most important.

I normally don't do plaid, but I like it. It might be the direction the stripes go on the front pockets, but I think it makes my boobs look much larger than they are. Ha ha. No wonder Matt likes it so much.

My dilemma.

Nothing I have to eat sounds appetizing. Normally I am not a picky eater. I eat with zeal and happiness, being able to find pretty much anything at any time. I have done pure witchcraft in the kitchen, coming up with the weirdest things but they work. Now that I'm pregnant, things I used to love seem disgusting. My tastes have changed. For instance, we get these spinach wraps that I used to adore. Now I can't stomach the taste. I get two bites in and start gagging. I'm so picky it's not funny.

So I'm sitting here getting hungry for dinner but nothing we have sounds good. I don't want a sandwich, I don't want meatballs. We need to go grocery shopping so my options are kind of limited. I really just want to grab like three things of yogurt and eat those to make my carb needs and then lay back down in bed. This is a new height of laziness.

Chicken nuggets sound good, strangely. And green beans. I might go to to the store and get what I need for them. Onward for dinner!

Second trimester, ho!

I thought I had left constipation behind a few weeks back, but there I was today, sitting dejectedly on the throne, wishing I'd popped some Colace before I went to bed last night. And from here on out, as baby grows, it's only going to persist. Ah, the fun things no one tells you about when they talk about pregnancy. Of course they all mention morning sickness and sore boobs. I've been lucky and haven't thrown up at all through my first trimester. There were a couple of times I thought I would, and I had a low grade nausea, especially in weeks 5-9 that just seemed like it would never go away. Still, not nearly as bad as what many women go through.

Now we're in the second trimester, where things should get better for a short time. I feel like we've cleared an important milestone, but there is still so long to go, and so much that can go wrong. I know I worry too much, and our chances for miscarriage have gone down significantly, but I still can't help but feel anxious. My next doctor's appointment isn't scheduled for three more weeks, on the 9th of October. I wanted to say I felt like that was too long, but that's silly. Everything looked fine, and I'm not having any appalling symptoms. I just don't think I'll be able to rest until I have this baby healthy and happy in my arms.

Sorry your mom is such a fruitcake, Blasto. I'll try not to be too crazy while you're growing up.

Little bubbles

So I'm pretty sure I just felt the baby move. I was laying back, playing Skyrim when I felt what I can only describe as little bubbles in my pelvic region. It definitely wasn't gas. Craziness.

Blah

Another prenatal visit today. I got a flu shot, and of course there was no change in my insulin. All of my worries were dismissed, and not really addressed. I don't like the way the 70/30 makes me feel like an automoton, they bring up that my numbers are good and she's not worried about me having one that's a bit high here and there. I bring up that the dietician wants me to eat 2-3 servings of carbs per meal and I can't do that without running high and that's dismissed as "well, it's fine that you're not gaining weight in the first trimester."

The doctor, of course a new one because I never see the same one twice, said "if it's not broke, don't fix it." Well okay, but are you sure it's not broke? Because I feel pretty broken.

Once again we couldn't hear the baby on the doppler. This time I was whisked down the hall to an ultrasound room so that they could confirm the heart was beating. Thanks for cooperating baby.

And thanks for taking the time to listen to me, VCU medical center. Every appointment so far has been the same. Look at my blood sugar logs, mention that they still don't have my lab work from the health department and then carry on, business as usual. I'm so lost and confused. Shouldn't I be talking about birth plans or even getting a little understanding about what happens this spring? Is this normal to not have a plan right now because I'm so early? I just wish there was more information, or that I was actually seeing the same doctor every time.

So far pregnancy has not been a friend to me. 

Fundus among us

So I've been jealous of women talking about being able to feel their fundus, showing a bump, etc, because I felt that as an overweight pregnant woman I would never feel these things. Tonight, though, I was rubbing on my belly. It comforts me, even though I'm not sure the baby can even feel it right now. I thought I felt something strange. I asked Matt to feel, as he knows a bit more about anatomy from nursing school than I do. "Do you feel that, that hard spot?" "Yes." "Is it bone?" "Nope." "I think it's the top of my uterus." "Yup, that's your fundus."

Hell yeah. I've got a goddamn fundus.

A stubborn baby

Look at that baby waving hello!

So, we got to the ultrasound and started out with her trying to find the baby on my belly. The pictures weren't looking very clear, but it didn't take long to see the baby moving, the heartbeat going, and my fears assuaged. We switched to a vaginal ultrasound so the tech could see things more clearly. Man are those uncomfortable. She prodded me a bit to try and get the baby to turn over so she could get good measurements of the back of it's neck for the nuchal translucency test and laughed and told me I had a stubborn baby. Babe was like, "lol nope" and pretty much just hung out where it wanted the whole time. Although he did wave his arms a bit at us, and at one point it looked like he was dancing the hula. Ha ha. He did a lot of stretching, which I guess is nice for it while there's still room in there to stretch.

Look at those legs! Sorry baby for putting a picture of your butt on the internet. I'll try not to post any more, and I promise to never put naked butt pictures of you on Facebook. We never did get the measurements that were needed but the tech said everything else looked good. Hopefully we'll go back in a few weeks to try again and everything will be more cooperative.

In other news, Matt's working 11pm to 7am all weekend, which sucks. It sucks for him to have to flip his sleep schedule just for the weekend and then flip it again for the week. It sucks for me because I'm incapable of getting a good night's sleep without him. I finally passed out last night around 1 in the morning from sheer exhaustion and woke up at 4:30, unable to sleep again. Gah. He'll be home in a couple of hours, though, and I'll go back to sleep with him.