23 Week Update

Not a whole lot going on.....
~ I am now wearing some maternity pants, and I am quickly remembering how much I hate them!
~ The huge appetite is subsiding slowly....
~ I am still thinking/feeling BOY. Now if we could just decide on a boy name....
~ We are preparing our house for another munchkin. Things are coming along nicely--if we could only figure out how to create another bedroom!
~ The Bears suck.
~ Emma now realizes that there is a baby in Mommy's tummy.... How fun!
~ Josh is realizing that he needs to talk to Peanut more so that his voice is recognized by him. He often says, "Peanut, I am your Father." (Star Wars quote....)
~ I still feel great! No complaints!

The Good, The Bad, and The Perfect

So, I had my 22 week appointment today. Here is the scoop:

The GOOD:
~BP: 110/80
~Weight gain: Only 2 pounds!!! (I got a pat on the back for this one!) I am at a total of 8, with my goal being <20 lbs. total
~Ultrasound results: Baby is in head-down position, placenta is anterior, all systems looked perfect!
~Heartrate: 132 bpm, still pointing to a BOY for those of you keeping tabs.....

The BAD:
~My doctor, whom I have grown very close with personally and professionally, had a baby girl Sophia last month. He also has a two-year-old boy. Our kids will be approximately the same age distances apart. He informed me that I am in for a treat--2 kids is FOUR TIMES the work as one. This has been my biggest fear. He says they get no sleep, when Sophia wakes up, so does Gianni, and that I should be prepared for an overload of work at home when Peanut #2 arrives. Thanks for the warning..... I am hoping that he is just having a bad day though! :) Josh and I have been able to handle things very well in the past, so hopefully this will not be a horrible transition!

The PERFECT:
~I was told that I am representing the PERFECT pregnancy. Everything is going well, and I never have any complaints. My last delivery was a breeze, and this one WILL BE TOO! I am very conscious about weight gain, nutrition, exercise, etc., and was very happy to hear that things are looking absolutely marvelous! Oh, and he loved my pregnancy review that got published, which is my goal--for medical and chiropractic collaboration throughout maternal and pediatric care! :)

I'm Hungry.....

I have been told that I need to post another blog--and this is all I got until my next appt. tomorrow!

I have reached the point where I am hungry. And by hungry, I mean famished. ALL THE TIME. I eat my meal, and feel like I haven't eaten yet. I eat a snack, and want another one. For someone who is constantly conscious about weight gain, this is not so glamorous. It is like an inner struggle within every time I feel the hunger pangs. So, I have decided that I must not be getting the right types of nutrients, so I am trying to push the proteins, and lay off of the carbs, etc., but I am so hungry.... and so annoyed!

I gotta run, I gotta get a bite to eat. An apple, in fact! :)

Hic-cups

I was hanging out last night, playing with Emma, and felt them. The hiccups. That wonderful feeling that you get from deep within. The baby had them at my ultrasound, but I couldn't feel them yet. Well, apparently one week has changed things..... If I remember correctly, Emma had them everyday at least three times towards the end. This was annoying until I researched it and realized that your baby having hiccups in-utero is actually a good sign that they are healthy! For that reason, (another healthy baby), and the fact that I felt the hiccups very low and sort of in my vagina (that word is for you, Kristi) which means that Peanut is beginning to assume the head-down position, I am forever grateful!

Bring on the hiccups, Peanut!

Fears.....

So.

I had the pleasure of listening to women call into the radio this morning, and tell their horror stories of who was present in their delivery room that shouldn't be. This got me thinking.....


I am terrified of giving birth. And I have done it before. And it wasn't that long ago. (As one of my interns put it this morning, "Wow Dr. Borggren, your daughter is only a year-and-a-half old? You are really shooting those kids out, one right after another!")

Here is what I am afraid of, in no particular order.
~ My first birth went perfectly--everything happened the way that I wanted it to. What if this one doesn't?
~ What if I can't take the pain, and have to get an epidural? (My WORST fear.)
~ What if I poop myself?
~ What if I say something mean to Josh?
~ What if the labor goes too fast? (Likely, according to my first birth.)
~ What if something is wrong with the baby?
~ What if Woodwinds is full?
~ What if Dr. Rolando can't be there?
~ And the fears could go on forever....

I have many more weeks to stew this all over, but why? I am a champ at pushing out babies (Dr. said so), and there is no reason why God wouldn't grant me the perfect labor all over again.

So there.

Only ONE!!!

We just had the breath-taking experience of seeing our baby! Thankfully, and much to my surprsie, there was only one baby, as everyone assured me there would be! Enough of those mind tricks on me! Josh and Emma accompanied me, and together as a fam, we saw our next arrival! Everything looked great--from the heart, to the lip with NO cleft palate, to the kidneys, and finally the vertebral column! The heart rate was 144, so I am still sticking with it being a boy (along with a totally different pregnancy experience--though we have already determined that I stink at guessing!), but Josh is just sure that it is a girl, after he intently searched the groin area for a "third leg." The tech determined ahead of time that I didn't want to know what the sex of the baby is, while Josh quietly said in the corner, "but Em and I do...." Sorry, Momma wins--I have to push the bugar out! So when it was time to survey the groin area, I covered my eyes while Josh so-not-discretely tried to make his determination. He seemed a bit disappointed when he saw "nothing," but I honestly don't think he would know a weiner if he saw one--those things are tough to see unless you have a well-trained eye!

The experience all seems more real now to see Peanut waving at us, having hiccups, watching that tiny little heart beat away, and squirming around in the pool of amniotic fluid. Now we just have to wait 20 more weeks to meet our little boy? Or girl? What do you think???

19 Weeks

It is hard to believe that I am over half-way to being considered "full-term." My how time flies. Hopefully this last half will slow us down a bit so that we are ready for the next arrival. We decided this week that we need to get our house on the market because we will truly be "busting at the seams" if we try to raise 2 kids in a 2-bedroom town home! Hopefully this will be a smooth transition.....

I am still feeling great, and based upon the complaints of other pregos that I am caring for, I don't feel that my pregnancy ailments are even worthy of complaint! I am feeling great! I am astounded at how much movement I am feeling as of late. This babe is sure an active one. I had no idea that the little peanut could make so many movements at such an early stage! I didn't feel any movement with Emma until I was around 20 weeks, so this has been amazing to me!

I saw my parents this weekend, and they have declared that I am officially "showing," and that I seem bigger much sooner this time around (perhaps a picture is in order?). Hooray for the stretched out tummy--not. Hopefully I will leave the "fat stage" quickly, and get into the "comfortably pregnant" league soon! Not that I want to be in maternity clothes, but feeling fat is not as glamorous as it sounds....