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22 weeks!

I’m feeling great, and baby girl is doing so well! She HATES dopplers, or any other such technology and will swim away from them. Which made my last midwife appointment pretty amusing, as she was sleeping when they found her heartbeat at a strong but slow rate, and then she woke up and wouldn’t stop wriggling trying to escape, making them chase her around my belly and raising her heart rate. We could also hear her kick at the probe on the doppler, and I could feel her kicking at the same time. Absolutely incredible!

My two youngest sisters in law know me and my love of snark so well. I have always loved my nerdy t-shirts, and miss wearing them now that I’m pregnant. So their Christmas gift to me?

Hehe. He.

And here’s my 22 week belly, which makes me feel ridiculously pregnant, but according to strangers still could be passed as being fat depending on what I’m wearing.

I love being pregnant! Seriously! I cannot wait to meet my baby girl…but after she comes could I just stay about 20-some weeks pregnant forever?

ETA: I should add, my sisters got the shirt from ThinkGeek, an amazing place for all things geeky! They also have some baby onesies I am dying for, but am too cheap to purchase!


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What baby clothes have taught me about gender

I had perused baby clothes sections before becoming pregnant and before learning my baby’s sex, mostly focusing on the boy clothes because I was looking for gender-neutral. And I saw so many cute clothes that appealed to the interests of me and my hubby! Now that I know we have a baby girl on the way, I’ve switched to looking at those clothes, thinking it would be easy to pick up a couple of cheap onesies to celebrate. My experience in baby clothes has taught me many things I did not previously know about gender:

  • Girls do not like dogs and boys do not like cats.
  • Girls are big fans of bugs of all types. (Funny, I always thought this was a boy thing…)
  • Girls do not like sports. Except maybe volleyball, if you’re lucky. Or ballet. Does ballet count as a sport?
  • Girls like pink. A lot. They refuse to wear anything that doesn’t have at least some pink on it. Exceptions may be made if purple is included. They definitely don’t like any shade of blue other than possibly teal.
  • Transportation (airplanes, trains, etc.) is completely uninteresting to girls.
  • Girls only like animals if the animals are wearing bows or mascara or shooting hearts or rainbows out of an orifice.
  • While boys are “Mommy’s little helper,” girls are “Daddy’s spoiled princess.”
  • Girls are also bratty, self-centered, and demanding, whereas boys are cute, tough and loveable.

I am scared for the message we are sending to future generations of girls from birth. When did this obnoxious trend start? I do not look forward to buying her appropriate clothes as she continues to get older.


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It’s a…

On Tuesday we had our first and likely only ultrasound, and it was incredible. Roughly 40 minutes of watching my sweet baby dance and getting a first glance of what my child looks like!

The tech went through and took all the needed measurements, and at the end we learned there are no warning signs and that everything looks good! We’ll get confirmation of this next week at our next midwife appointment, but I’m very happy to hear that baby is looking healthy! We have had no testing so far (by choice, we have been offered most standard tests except ultrasounds and opted out, and we could have requested ultrasounds), and so I was a slightly nervous wreck leading up to this anatomy scan to make sure baby was really doing OK in there! Seeing the four chambers of the heart beating away so strong, and the delicacy and strength of how they interacted, absolutely took my breath away.

But enough about that. Now to the part that you want to know.

It’s a girl!!!

That’s right, our first born will be a sweet baby girl, and we flat-out cannot wait to meet her. I had really kind of assumed she was a boy, and I was surprised when the tech told us she was pretty sure it was a girl in there. It took a lot of time and several shots to confirm (because she showed she was my daughter and was being a complete stinker), but we’re virtually certain she’s a she. I am blown away. I can’t wait to meet my little girl!

I love, love, love knowing that my belly dancer is a girl. I know that there is so much more to a person than their sex. But our sex is still a big part of our idenity. And I feel so much more connected to our little one knowing this important piece of who she is. Being able to talk about what she is doing. Being able to refer to my daughter. My daughter. That is crazy.

When we found out we were expecting on our anniversary weekend, my hubby and I kept listening to this song in shock as we drove around. After our ultrasound, I pulled out the CD and we listened to it on the way home. It makes me so happy to hear. It may have made me cry.

“I never thought that through love we’d be making one as lovely as she, but isn’t she lovely, made from love…”‘

The song even includes a fair amount of religious references, and I still find it perfect. Because I understand the sentiment deeply, even if I don’t believe in the specifics.

I already love my baby girl so very, very much! Grow strong, little one, I can’t wait to meet you in May!

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Baby’s gender?

I hopefully get to learn if baby is a boy or a girl soon. So excited! But in the meantime, let’s look at what the Old Wive’s tales say:

Carrying High/Low: Girl

Hubby’s Weight Gain: Boy

Heart Rate: Girl

Chinese Gender Predictor: Boy

Mayan Predictor: Girl

Acne: Girl

Morning Sickness: Girl

Mom’s/Dad’s Stress: Girl

Dreams About Gender: Boy

Hair Growth Speed: Boy

Boobie Growth: Girl

There we go, a fairly even split, but definitely weighted towards girl! Did I miss any?

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You know you’re a mom-to-be if…

…you are saving all sorts of money on feminine hygiene products….which is unfortunately all going to additional toilet paper.

…while your hubby is drooling over electronics, you are drooling over strollers.

…as far as others are concerned, all your personal boundaries seem to be disappearing.

…you can no longer sit or lay down in the places you used to because any little thing will throw your back and hips out of alignment.

…you are regularly told you are glowing, and still have no idea what that means.

…you are overtaken with a periodic driving need to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!

…being kicked in the gut is the best feeling in the world.

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18 weeks

I am bad about uploading photos from our camera, so this is about a week out of date, but here are me and baby at 18 weeks:

In a related note, that sweater no longer fits. Which is awesome. Grow, baby, grow!


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Bubbles and goldfish

At first I thought that when I laid down muscles or tendons in my belly were releasing as your home grew to accommodate you.

Then I started to feel something like bubbles popping in my abdomen, even when sitting up, but only when paying attention.

Then you surprised me when I was driving to work one day and wasn’t paying any attention at all.

After that I started to feel something like a little goldfish in my tummy bopping against the walls of it’s plastic baggie of water…as long as I was sitting. And then also laying down.

The bumps got stronger and stronger, until a couple nights ago your daddy could feel them, too. His eyes lit up when I asked, “Did you feel that?” and he could answer, “Yes!”

Now, baby, I can feel your dancing no matter what I am doing or what position I am in. It fills my days with joy, to have you intrude into my consciousness even when I am busy or focused on other things. Sometimes your movements feel like gentle flutters, and sometimes they feel like a full out kick. I love them all! Every movement still fills me with wonder that you are there, a separate entity growing inside of me, an individual who is part of me but distinct from me.

People tell me that when a kick in the ribs feels like a kick in the ribs I will not enjoy your exercising as much. Maybe they’re right. But I have loved carrying you so far, even with the not-so-fun parts, and I simply can’t imagine that changing.

Keep growing stronger, baby, and kick me all you need!

I love you so much,  before we’ve even met.


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