My family received three doses of bad news last week–really bad news–in fact, but I’ll get into that more on Wednesday. I’m trying to keep Mondays saved for happy accounts of this pregnancy and I’d rather talk about the excitement of our expectations than the litany of my life’s complaints. If you follow me on twitter or FB you know that there’s illness in the family, but it’s being treated by one of the best hospitals in the country.
This week we passed the twenty-one week mark and due to a doctor’s reschedule they moved the sonogram from December to November, and my doctor positively confirmed we are indeed having a son. When the little body appeared on the screen he actually said, “You see there? There’s a leg, and there’s another leg, and there’s a third leg!” Isobel also drew this picture of her brother, confirming without a doubt, his sex.
I feel so, so huge this time around. My back is already starting to hurt on a daily basis, which is dumb. I’m going to do some exercise to try to beef up my core a bit and see if that helps. He kicks all the time now, and the last time Isobel and Kingston came over they both got to feel him practicing his moves. Kingston thinks the baby should be named Kingston, though he will settle for calling it Batman. Isobel is as excited as ever and wants to take care of him as thoroughly as she does Skippy. She gets visibly distressed whenever she sees me complain about a pregnancy symptom and often wants to hug my belly.
As sweet as her behavior toward the baby has been she did get pretty upset the other day when she noticed my lap wasn’t as roomy as it once was. So that’s going to be a fun circumstance.
My last OB appointment also confirmed that my due date of April 2nd is still right on the money, and that is two days before Isobel’s fifth birthday on April 4th. I think I figured out the mystery to my infertility: I am fertile exactly one time a year. I’m like a salmon or a doe or a bear or something. Due in the spring and everything.
Unfortunately due to circumstances surrounding Isobel’s birth and my own body and health challenges I’m not a candidate for a VBAC. I’ll be having a scheduled C-section at some yet to be determined point.
Today’s outfit features a top thrifted by my good friend Valerie. It fits me perfectly and makes me feel like a million bucks instead of a million pounds. I did find some jeans stored away in my closet that I bought for my post-baby body last time and they still fit, which is excellent. They will probably only fit for the next fifteen minutes or so, but I’ll take what I can get. If only I found them two months ago!
I’m wearing a brand! new! (from 2007) leather jacket that was actually purchased at a mall (!!!) several years ago. It’s one of the few more expensive ($50-ish) items I own that was purchased new and I don’t regret it one bit. I love it just as much, if not more, as when Anthony convinced me to buy it (back in our dual-income days) and I intend on wearing it until I embarrass everyone who is seen with me in public with its ratty condition. I remember the first time wearing it, when people asked me where I got it and I mentioned Macy’s or whatever, and seeing the shock on people’s faces. I’m not sure who was more surprised, my friends or my mom. Sometimes I even surprise myself.