I've been preggers for 17 weeks now. Last week I had my 16 week appointment. Very exciting! I asked my doc if he would be kind enough to do an extra ultrasound so I could find out the sex of the baby early. So much shopping to do! He said yes...hee hee! Once again, very exciting. Damon and I have both been thinking this baby is a girl, and the doc agreed that it is in fact a girl. Well, he agreed for a few minutes. And then the baby moved around a little and gave us a different view. Then he said, "actually, I see something there...it may be a boy." So, it's probably a boy, but could still in fact be a girl. 16 weeks is pretty early to do an ultrasound and boys and girls look pretty much the same in that area that early. So...the ultrasound didn't help much but it's still amazing to see that tiny little baby moving around. Poor Bailee cried until bedtime because she wants a sister so badly. I actually haven't cared if it's a girl or boy, but much to my own surprise, I was slightly disappointed. However, the next day I was over my disappointment and became very excited about the thought of having a little boy. I'm seriously so excited about it! So, now that I'm psyched for a boy it could end up being a girl, and then I'll have to adjust again. Really though, I'll be beyond happy whoever this little sweetie is that Heavenly Father has sent to us.
Maybe Girl
Maybe Girl
Maybe Boy
Maybe Boy
So, I can't say I'm one that enjoys pregnancy...until now. Sure there's still unpleasant things and I know it's just going to get harder, but my other pregnancies were so miserable that I'm sooooo grateful that I'm having this experience. No morning sickness. It's seriously amazing. It's not fair that every mother can't have a pregnancy like this. Hopefully I'm not jinxing myself, but I am really really grateful.Pregnancy brain is in full force. Some examples. I told a waitress that Bailee was under 6. Then I changed my mind and said she was 9. Neither are true. I really wasn't trying to lie about her age. I saw an add in a magazine with a picture of a clump of dirt and thought it was a brownie. Mmm...brownies. A few weeks ago I left my clients wax on for 2 days, then I took the wax out before waiting for it to cool and spilled it everywhere. It took me an entire morning to clean it, then I went upstairs, mixed Trey his instant carnation breakfast (for lunch), and spilled it...of course all of it went down the crack between the stove and counter. Things like this are constant. I'm worse than a toddler.
Foods I'm craving: FRUIT! Particularly oranges and peaches. The other night I wanted an orange so bad I searched the house desperately looking for anything orange flavored. I found an orange tootsie pop. Not quite the same thing. Also, anything tomatoey. Even pizza, which is strange for me. BBQ sauce, marinara sauce. I'm getting hungry with just the thought. Oh yes, and sandwiches. My food cravings with Bailee were donuts and sandwiches. Food cravings with Trey? Just food in general. Particularly ice cream once I could stomach dairy.
Food aversions: MINT! I can't see it, think about it, taste it, and especially can't smell it without getting nauseous. Food aversions with Bailee were golden puff's cereal and dairy. Food aversion with Trey. Anything tomatoey. Dairy too.
The most enjoyable thing so far started 2 weeks ago. The baby's first kicks. At least the ones that I can feel. Now I can occasionally feel the baby turn. Actually, as I type this I can feel he or she moving around. I keep thinking this is the last time I'll feel a little one inside me so I keep on reminding myself to enjoy the heck out of it, especially before the kicks start to hurt. I try to stop whatever I'm doing when I feel the baby move so I don't miss a second. Granted, it's getting to be more and more frequent so it's not always possible. Just loving it!
