WEEK 12
For this week, we've decided the baby is a boy. We actually have no idea yet if s/he really IS a boy, but for the purpose of this week's note, our little one is a little guy. Next week, he'll transgender over to the girly side. And in a few weeks more, we'll know which side s/he liked the best.
This week has brought on some good changes. For one, my throwing-upness has decreased considerably. I'm now down to about 4 hours during the day when I'm considering which is less painful: dealing with the nausea or carving my stomach out with a spoon.
The second change is that I'm growing slowly. I'm just surpassing (albeit slowly) the "is she just really bloated?" phase and sliding into the "oh, well I think she really is pregnant" phase. When I look at myself sideways, it still makes me cringe a bit, and no amount of sucking in is taking this pooch away. I've also dug up a pair of pants I can wear comfortably! Granted, it's a pair where there are two buttons side by side, and I just happen to button the far left one into the far right one's hole. Oh well, with a long shirt, it works and my pants stay up. And it beats wearing Mick's boxers to the city when we go to the doctor's office.
The third change, and by far BEST change, is that our ultrasound pictures have morphed from bizarro rorschach tests to seeing a real baby! (I kind of felt like our little one was Pinocchio-- 'Oh Geppetto, I AM a real boy!') I've figured out how to upload the pictures here myself (score one for self reliance and impatiance!). Take a look at these-- they were in 3D!-- and let us know what you think of our little one!
A few things to note: Yes, we realize he's quite bony. I mean, look at those knobby knees. Just like Daddy! And yes, he seems to be fond of doing these kung-fu moves-- that's all he was doing during the whole ultrasound-- kicking, punching, bouncing, failing his arms around like crouching tiger. I'm surprised we got these pictures as good as they are- the baby would not lay still for one second! The doctor doing the ultrasound needed him to hold steady in one certain position to get a good measurement for our genetic testing (the tests were for Down's Syndrome and two other chromosomal abnormalities- we'll find out the results in about a week). All his moving around frustrated the doctor cause it took simply forever to get the measurement, but it sort of cracked us up. I guess he's just as impatient and restless as Mommy when it comes to medical procedures.
So our little grape has turned into our little kung-fu master-- all at a whopping 2 inches long. We are simply in love.
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Look at him/her! I am so happy for you guys that I can hardly stand it. And I am so glad that you're feeling better. I can't wait to see you and your little growing belly!
May I suggest the names Bruce Lee Buckmiller...or Jean Claude Van Damme Buckmiller for Little Kung Fu. Jean Claude will even work for a girl...just pronounce it Jeen. See? No problem!