So today I've hit a milestone, for me at least. I'm 24 weeks along today! I've kind of been counting down to today, maybe because it was my next midwife appointment, and maybe because to me, 24 weeks sounds like a lot further along than 23 weeks. A LOT. And now, I'm counting down to the 26th week, 2 weeks from now, because then I'll be in the dreaded and wonderfully thrilling, everything-happens-in-the-next-three-months THIRD TRIMESTER. Where has the second gone??? I feel like it has flown by. Then, after that, I'll count down to the 28th week, because that's my next appointment, and from then on, I'm set for counting down because my appointments switch to every other week.
NOT looking forward to the gestational diabetes screening as it means more needles, and if the results aren't cool then I'll have to fast for 12-14 hours which might not have seemed like a lot before I was pregnant, but now it seems insurmountable. Go without food? Are you kidding me?! Gah. But we're keeping our fingers crossed that everything's fine to begin with. Except I've been bad and had a bit of a sweet-tooth. Only a bit! It's hard to remember to eat healthy all the time when you're feeling so normal.
So my appointment this morning was great. The tone of them is really changing as there's more to talk about and more planning for the future. Talk about taking a childbirth class, talk about what position the baby is in (they can tell that now! Sortof. We could tell where body parts were sticking up, but not which ones. It could have been a bum, or a head, or feet, or elbows. Who knows.), talk about how big I'm measuring (25cm, so a week ahead. Take that, people trying to push back my due-date!) talk about feet swelling at the end of the day because of extra pregnancy weight (good so far, 15 lb's to date, and no return of the massive cankles!) talk about birth plans and pain relief and positive thinking, and so on and so on.
MAN this little boy has been kicking a lot though! My midwife was trying to find the heartbeat but she couldn't hear it because he just kept moving around. Then she'd get it and start to count, and he'd kick and move away, or just start doing the rumba, causing a lot of feedback and rustling to come through instead of the thump thump thump we were looking for. It was actually quite hilarious! Eventually he stayed still long enough to really hear it and for my midwife to count, and it sounded like horses galloping. Apparently the device was in just the right spot to hear both the diastole and systole which was really cool.
I know that babies in utero don't do things just to spite you, but there are times when I wonder. Like last night, when he was kicking out towards my torso a lot, and I put my hand down to feel it, and the kicking stopped immediately. Then all of a sudden he started kicking backwards towards my tailbone. The little bum! Farrah told me that at some point you'll be able to make your baby move by pushing around, but all touch seems to accomplish with my little one is to make him stop (if he's already kicking) or to make me need to go to the bathroom more. Maybe I'm not far enough along for that though.
Everything else was good and well though. Except that we can't make it to any of the childbirth classes that I wanted to go to because we have a field trip for one of our photography classes on the one day and Stake Conference the other. Trying to work something out for that. I want to be as prepared as possible, and I want MATT to be as well. I'm doing all this reading and research and he's just cruising along, saying, "It'll be fine," and I say, "You're not going to faint?" He says, "Nope." I say, "You're not going to get mad at me for being a snot?" He says, "Nah, I know what you're normally like." But even still, I'd like to go and have his (well, probably OUR) eyes opened. No last second, "What's that pan for?" questions for me, thank-you very much!
Anyway, I've been rambling lots, I guess I'm just in a good mood from the appointment. Oh, and apparently hungry, because I just almost typed 'good food' instead of 'good mood'. Hahahaha
I decided to post an update photo today, because I think I've grown a fair bit in the last week and a few days. Here's a comparison shot:
In the first photo I was 22 weeks 6 days and in the second photo I'm 24 weeks 1 day (today). The brown shirt on brown couch isn't working too well, but I think it's clear enough.Other than all that, there's isn't too much that's new. I went out on the boat with some family and friends on Saturday (sans Matthew, he had to work...sad!) and had a good Sunday. The boys went to General Priesthood, and Mom G., Rachelle, Lindsay and I hung out, along with Lindsay's two adorable kids, P and S. They wanted to play outside for a bit, so I took the opportunity to take some photos of them. They're too cute for their own good!
She both looks and sounds like Boo from Monster's Inc. I love it.
Just so darn cute. I love the Sunday shoes and sweater vest especially. I fully plan on making my boys look like little grown-ups because I think that's the sort of clothes that boys look cutest in, but then, I don't have much experience with that. We'll see when the time comes.I'm still working on the photo-taking. I think I'm getting better, but it's hard to tell. But hey, that's why we're taking the photography courses!
Speaking of which, I should probably finish this because I only have an hour and a half to make dinner and do my photography homework before Matt comes home and we have to leave for class.
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