That was not a reference to Lent, timely though it might be.
In addition to the myriad of nasty illness type things I’ve endured over the last couple of months, I’m also pregnant. 20 weeks today, actually.
I’ve been very quiet partly from paranoia; I’ve been obsessing over whether I’ll miscarry again. Partly because the time that I haven’t been dealing with ordinary sickness, I’ve been either asleep, working, or parked in front of the toilet. And partly from sheer shyness, because I don’t like to draw lots of attention to myself normally.
But pregnant I am. Podling is a boy, and he’s due to arrive July 15th. He has a heartbeat, a wee face, and male genitalia… which I correctly identified on the ultrasound without assistance. Go me!
Some highlights from today’s appointment:
1) Apparently the baby kicking can cause you to pass gas, leading you to mistake kicks for gas
2) If you laugh when the nurse tells you this (while she’s dopplering your tummy) your laughter will echo out of the doppler sounding completely deranged. It will, in fact, make you laugh harder.
3) Special patient privilege is to get to take home your glucose challenge bottle of orange nastiness a month early. This way you can take it about 45 minutes before your appointment and won’t have to show up, drink your glucose, wait an hour, and then get stuck with needles. Only given to patients that won’t be able to lie about it. My OB knows all my weak points, including experimental accuracy.
