Hello, little lady! Look at that pouty mouth! That's my Doodle Bug :)The ultrasound was quick, not much to see or do, a few fast measurements, and it was on to my regular OB appointment. When my doctor came in, her first words were, "Now THAT'S a perfect baby!" Have I mentioned that we love her? The Doodle has flipped into head down position (although, if she's got enough room to flip, she could always flip *back*, but here's hoping she stays head down). She weighs approximately 3.2 lbs, squarely in "average" territory, which is right where we want her. Dr. Wonderful said no one would ever know by looking at her perfect, perfect ultrasound that this was a diabetic pregnancy. Rock on, Doodle Bug. My blood pressure is good, her heart rate is perfect, and she's definitely a movin' and a shakin'. In fact, she's a kung fu master. I have no idea what the moment was where we moved beyond feeling "flutters" and "bubbles" and went straight to, "Dear lord, she's trying to punch her way out!", but we've passed it for damn sure. Regardless, feeling her move continues to be my favorite part of pregnancy.
In fact, I've really enjoyed the vast majority of being pregnant. I know from watching all of you ladies just how lucky I am. Yes, the insulin shots and stricter diet are a bit of a bummer (though the fact that I'll probably weigh less after she's born than when I started is a nice incentive), but it hasn't been anything I couldn't handle. I haven't been sick, and so far I haven't had a lot of swelling or fatigue (knock on wood). True, I can't sleep worth a damn at night, and the occasional bout of "restless leg syndrome" doesn't help, but thanks to my work schedule I can pretty much make up for all the lost sleep during the morning hours. I'm kind of in love with the way my pregnant body looks, which is not something I thought would happen to me. All in all, not a bad 9 months, particularly when you consider the reward at the end of it all.
My mother and her friends are in the midst of organizing a shower for me at the end of July, and when I looked at the date and realized I'd be 35 weeks that day, all I could think was, "that can't be right, can it??" But it is. 35 weeks. Nearly done. The Home Stretch.
We have one more regularly scheduled ultrasound in two weeks. Then, starting at 32 weeks, I go in for twice-weekly monitoring. Yet another perk/punishment of the diabetic pregnancy. I'll get my blood pressure monitored each time to make sure we don't get surprised by pre-eclampsia, and The Doodle will get non-stress tests to make sure her heart rate and movement are still on track. We'll take a peek each time with a quick ultrasound, and Baby Girl and I will be on our way for another few days. It sounds exhausting, but I'm grateful for all the assurance. It's a fine line between keeping her in there long to have everything develop properly, and taking her out before things get...complicated. We're so excited to meet this baby girl, I'd happily go in every day if they told me that's what it would take.
Speaking of "the Doodle" and "Baby Girl Hall", I think Matt and I have finally settled on a name. We've also settled on not telling. At least, not yet. We've decided we think it's perfect, and we don't need anyone else's opinions. Besides, it's more fun to keep y'all guessing...
4 comments:
awwww...the suspence. So glad things are going smoothly!!
She's beautfiul.
And, I think Katie is a fine name. No shame in just announcing it :)
I am just thrilled for you all !! These are some of the best times ;0)
This is the best time! Of course, then when's she's born will also be the best time, and then when she smiles at you, and when she laughs, and when she sleeps through the night...I guess they are all "the best time". Enjoy it because it goes sooooo fast!
Post a Comment