Alright. So it just occurred to me that I completely forgot to post a major announcement. On December 22, I had my 20 week ultrasound and appointment. And we're NOT one of those couples that WAITS until the baby is born to find out what the gender is. So for those that don't follow me on facebook, I suppose it's pretty big news.
Let's start with the ultrasound. A lot of people get solely focused on finding out the baby's gender at the 20 week. While I was excited and apprehensive about that, I was also aware that this one is the one where they tell me whether everything is okay. I opted out of the early genetic/downs testing, deciding I wouldn't get an abortion regardless of results. And since the risks increase with age, I had this tiny voice back in my head saying everything might NOT be okay.
Maybe was moving. I mean breaking it down, barely able to measure anything moving. This kid was going CRAZY! It made me smile. But then she was having trouble checking out the gender and the thought occurred to me that she might not get it. Oh NO! Of course, she did finally get a peak, and we're expecting another BOY!
I thought I would be so disappointed, depressed, upset. After all, this is my last child and my last chance at a baby girl. Surprisingly, I was relieved. I'm not girly. I don't spend time on my hair. I wear the bare minimum of make up. I like to get dirty and time on the river is one of my FAVORITE activities. I'd have the girl that screamed at the site of bugs and thought canoeing was a form of torture inflicted by her parents. She'd want me to do her hair all the time. What would I do with that? I barely comb Ethan's hair in the morning. I'm not kidding.
And so, I realized that it was the idea of a girl that I wanted more than an actual girl. It would've been fun. And cute. And pretty awesome to have a little girl running around that looked like me. Of course, I could've gotten a little girl running around that looked like Clint. So there you have it. I little boy it is, and I'm thrilled.
Everyone said, "well at least you won't have to buy anything." Um....yeah. Winter babies and Summer babies don't wear the same clothes. Ugh. But that's okay. :)
Alright. Now for the stats.
At 20 weeks, I weighed 130 lbs. That's a whole 12 to 14 lbs heavier than I was when I started this thing. I can feel the weight. BUT, I'm on track and hope to stay on track.
I'm over halfway there at this point. I'm looking at 22 weeks tomorrow. WOW. Can't believe it.
Here's the thing. Doc said that I should prep to be a week late. Ultrasound is reading at one week behind, and since Ethan's ultrasounds did the same and he was late, she thinks I'll go late. I am PERFECTLY okay with that because I know what comes with the baby. Sleep deprivation that could only be described as a form of severe torture. I can wait.
Pics at 21 weeks: