All is well. The tech who did the ultrasound on Thursday seemed very pleased that she got so many measurements. We saw heart chambers, kidneys, various brain parts, mouth opening and closing under what she guessed to be an intact palate (could see both nostrils on the nose, which I gather is a great indicator), hands and feet, fingers and toes, and I’m sure I’m forgetting plenty. Oh. Yes. PENIS!
Still sort of wrapping my mind around that. I had no expectations or preference or “feeling” about it beforehand. It’s exciting. I think it’s helping to be able to try and picture a baby boy. I’m getting there, but I still fail when I try to imagine myself using the words “my son.” WEIRD. But delightfully so. I even scored a whole tub of gently used newborn-to-six-months baby boy clothes on Freecycle. I pounced on it especially hard when I saw that it was posted for pickup in one of the ritzier suburbs, thinking that it would probably be higher-end stuff, and I was not mistaken. Some of it is ridiculously cute. Some of it not so much, but I’m sure we’ll channel Tim Gunn and make it work. Either way, there is a LOT of it, and it was all FREE. I’m nowhere near washing and folding and organizing a nursery (furniture won’t be assembled until after we put down the flooring in a couple weeks and paint…sometime after that), but the fact that I even had the gall to respond to the post and say, YES, I WANT YOUR BABY STUFF, PRETTY PLEASE seems like a good step in the direction of believing this is yes, could very well end perfectly normally, with an actual take-home baby. We’ve even talked about names, beyond what Mike has always said he wants for a boy…I am insisting that some alternatives be seriously considered, even though I do love the name he wants – it’s just a bit more popular than I’d like. I don’t want to settle on anything yet, but we’ve definitely narrowed it down. For now. Even if we end up with one of our top two, I still want to spend time leafing through a Name Your Baby book alternately hmmm-ing and wrinkling our noses at the possibilities.
Anyhow, we still get to go back at 20 weeks for the full Level II anatomy scan. They scared me for a second on Thursday, wanting a “closer look” at my cervix. I totally laughed out loud when she asked if I’d ever had an internal ultrasound. If I weren’t so freaked out thinking that they thought they were seeing shortening or funneling, I’d have squealed and clapped my hands YAY, MISTER WANDY! But I was definitely freaking out. Thankfully, the doctor said there was nothing of concern after all, just that they couldn’t get as clear a view as they wanted abdominally. Phew.
Still checking for
the his (!) heartbeat once a day. Or more. I won’t lie. Very addicted to the Doppler. I feel the need to make sure. I am trying to pay attention for quickening (movement), but I don’t think I’m feeling it yet. Sometimes if I can’t sleep I concentrate so hard on paying attention that I almost convince myself I’ve felt a bit, but I think it’s just wishful thinking so far. Hard to tell, really, but from what I’ve read it sounds like when I do feel it, I’ll know it. I should wait and be sure rather than trying so hard, lest I be one of those smug but mistaken pregnant women cherishing traveling gas bubbles thinking they’re kicks!