I’ve been meaning to drop by and post a little something, but seem to always get caught up in something – holiday baking, crying over accounting, putting away knives, or watching trashy TV (hey – got to do it while I still can!).
Last week we had our 20 (ish) week ultrasound and found out that come May 15 give-or-take, we’ll have a little boy. I guessed it before the ultrasound lady said it just from watching what was going on on the screen. I had been a little testy because they kept us waiting for an hour, which meant that we were likely to miss our appointment with the midwife which was scheduled for the same afternoon, but that all went away as soon as we saw our little boy sucking on his thumb/fist and moving around in my belly. It was so exciting, and Mike was thrilled to have been able to be there to see it. It is amazing how much changes in 9 weeks. I think the last ultrasound I had was at 10 or 11 weeks, and though the baby was somewhat recognizable as a tiny human, this time you could see the bones in the spine, his little nose, hands and feet.
I went to a prenatal yoga class a couple weeks ago and then a “rookie moms” group that one of my friends has put together last weekend. I feel so lucky to be able to do these things after how close we were to giving up on IVF and starting the adoption process. This is an experience that I really wanted to be able to have in my lifetime, and I am so grateful (despite the sciatica and hemerroids and upcoming pain of hopefully-natural childbirth) that the fates have allowed me to experience it. It is fun and exciting to watch my growing belly and to think about the little boy that will be joining us next year. Now if only we could agree on ANYTHING in terms of names…
