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Thursday, November 29, 2007

34 Weeks, 2 Days

Had the last ultrasound today. Baby was pretty cooperative, although it took some time to see the heart. Didn't matter much because this tech didn't really have the high-quality machine that the other tech did, nor the expertise about VSDs - so she said she couldn't see them, and I guess that's a good thing. Anyway, the part you are all waiting for... pictures!

Baby has a head full of hair!


You can see a closed eye and eyebrow.


Baby gots some fat lips!


If you can't see that last one, tilt your head to the right and imagine Baby is blindfolded. You can see the bottom of the little nose and then BIG FAT LIPS!!!! That's okay, both Mommy and Daddy have them as well. Time is drawing short on this pregnancy. Less than six weeks to go. Hopefully, Baby wants to show up on time (or maybe a few days early). We shall see.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Things that go BUMP in the Night...

I might be having practice contractions. That's what I call them because that's what they are. Braxton Hicks is the real name for these "practice contractions" that can start as early as the second trimester. Unfortunately, despite all the descriptions, I have absolutely no idea what contractions feel like. I liken this to the descriptions of what fetal movement might feel like. Every pregnancy, every woman, every baby is different - so those feelings that people seem so eager to describe for me are really more like descriptions of what they felt.

Here is what I feel:

  • Abdominal aches, much like the stretching-ab-machine-workout feeling I described earlier, when my stomach began to grow
  • Slight nausea (okay, not really nausea, but that feeling you get on the way down from the top of a Ferris Wheel)
  • Mild gut discomfort (kind of like fart-cramp)

That's pretty much everything, in a nutshell. I know it isn't much to go on, but I also know it isn't "the real thing" because I haven't needed to go to the hospital, and it typically goes away within a couple of minutes. The most annoying part of it is that it happens primarily at night, when normal people like to be asleep. Sometimes it wakes me up, and I get all annoyed because then the Baby starts moving and it all prevents me from falling right back to sleep. Usually Baby movement doesn't wake me up, so this is something else I get to enjoy!

My dear husband... I cannot talk with him about the physical ailments of pregnancy because he believes every little tweak will result in a trip to the hospital. It's always the first question out of his mouth: "Is this a 'We need to go to the hospital' kind of ouch, or what?" At least I know that when the time comes, he'll be ready!

Monday, November 5, 2007

A Little Too Grabby

It is now Week 30-6 (tomorrow marks off a full 31 weeks). Baby has consistently kicked and wiggled and squirmed, but now a new activity has begun. Baby got grabby. I'm sitting there, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I feel intense discomfort in my ... well, my bladder, I guess. Not like a "gotta go" sensation. This is like if a little pinchy buggar decided to see what bladder feels like from the top side. I assume this is what occurred. Baby has been pinching and grasping all sorts of parts inside there. Mostly I notice when my bladder begins to tingle. It doesn't exactly hurt - it's more of an uncomfortable feeling, kind of like a low-voltage shock.

At any rate, I'm really ready for this habit to cease. Feet are still in the ribs, I still have the occasional soreness from sciatica, and now there's this. Pinchy McGhee better settle down. As my friend in Virginia states it, some of these little fetal movements plead a good case for child abuse. The good news is, I can push back when Baby pushes on me. S/he isn't going anywhere and can really just push right back at me or (hopefully) stop doing whatever it was that annoyed me in the first place.

Funny story: the other night, my husband decided to push on my stomach. Baby pushed back. He pushed again, and Baby pushed back. It was like a little game. Of course, this only happened for a few seconds before the Baby rolled to another direction and stopped playing. Still, it made Daddy have a nice warm fuzzy for the rest of the night. Ah, the joys of bonding!