Ok, eager beavers, here are the details

Yesterday was the big day: the sonogram day. The day that started way too early for me. I made the appointment for 7:30 am to make sure my husband could go with me. This is all fine and good, except that I don’t usually wake up until 7 am on most regular days. With a good 20-30 minute drive to the doctor’s office, I couldn’t roll out of bed at my regular time. I mean, I suppose, theoretically, I could, but if you’ve ever seen my hair when I wake up, you would know what I’m talking about. Plus, without a shower, I would have been asleep in that dimly lit room in about 2 minutes and missed the whole thing. I was very excited because I was going to get real coffee before I went to the doctor. I had been told that if you drink a little caffeine before the sonogram, the baby will be moving around and you have a much better chance of seeing the baby’s gender. So, being late as we were, we were still going to stop for Starbucks, damn it! I got my mocha! But as we are driving up to the doctor’s office, I have to pee so badly that I only drink about a quarter of it. You are supposed to have a full bladder for the sonogram, so I can’t just stop and pee (in addition to the fact that we are running late).

Anyway, get to the doctor, wait in the lobby, and the first thing I ask when I get in the door is if I can go to the bathroom. They are going to measure the cervix first, and then I can pee. And thank God too because she was really digging that ultrasound machine into my abdomen trying to see all aspects of Baby B. We saw his heart, all 4 chambers. His extremities, his head got measured, his belly with bladder, kidneys, and stomach, and his little twig and berries. We didn’t include all of the pictures because we couldn’t figure out what they were. You can see the graphic pictures below. You may want to ask small children to leave the room as they might be traumatized. There was discussion about putting a censor box over it, but then why bother to post it.

The results are in...

We had our sonogram today and we are having a little boy! More details and pictures to come.

Baby Got Back

So people have been bugging me about a sharing a picture of my pregnant belly. Despite my husbands insistence that it is weird, I decided that I would go ahead and do it. Now you are probably looking at the blog and saying, "hey, where's this picture of fat Emily?". Well, let me tell you right now, you are not going to see it. I took a picture of myself in my pregnant state and I have to say that I was a little shocked at the result. Not the front part, but the back part. I was totally prepared to see my stomach sticking out in a potbelly way, but I was not prepared for my ass to be sticking out just as far in the back. Not pretty, my friends. Not that I thought being pregnant would be glamorous and I would look like , but, you can see the front and what's going on there. The back on the other hand, you got no idea what's going on there. So, I'm pretty much mortified right now and don't really want to show anyone that picture. My husband says, "you gotta have something in the back to balance out the front or you would just fall over". Wise words. Wise words. I'm sure in a couple weeks I will come to grips with the physics of it all and might be ready to share. Until then, you will have to satisfy yourself with grainy ultrasound pictures of Baby B - who, by the way, should be making his/her gender known to us this week and will thus have more pictures soon.

Week 17

So at 17 weeks, I’m feeling pretty good. A little on the tired side, but I guess that is to be expected when you are growing a human being in your belly. Supposedly, this week the baby is making fat tissue. Before that, Baby was very busy making organs and moving its eyes towards the front of its face to avoid “fish face” appearance. It’s strange to me that people are starting to ask how the baby is doing. I assume Baby is doing fine. I mean, I can’t see or feel (yet) what’s going on in there, so I’m assuming it’s all going according to plan. The stomach continues to move outward which is either a result of the baby or eating too many fudgesicles. They are Skinny Cow fudgesicles though so I’m going to put my money on Baby B. October 23 is the date of our ultrasound, so more details and pictures will be available after that date.

Week 15

So, I am in my 15 week of pregnancy. The weird thing happening this week (that I can see) is over the course of 3 days my belly has started sticking out significantly. It was like one day I was wearing regular pants (with the proper ratio of 1-2% spandex, of course) and the next day, I need to unbutton my pants so I can sit down. This creates a slight problem because this Saturday is the Gala, where I am expected to wear something “black tie” appropriate. When I tried on my dress from last year, two weeks ago, I thought, this is do-able. I mean, I look pregnant, but I can zip it and I can breathe. Bonus! However, now since my belly has started showing, I’m afraid that it won’t fit as well. So I’m sure there will be a picture of me looking a) way more pregnant than I actually am in a dress that barely fits or b) something less appropriate for a black tie event, but really who cares, I’m staff and I’m not even allowed to sit down at the dinner. Either way, it promises to be uncomfortable. I’m very excited.

My husband thinks that it’s weird that people take pictures of their growing “baby bump” and share it with their friends and family. Yes, we must hide all photographic evidence of pregnancy to promote the myth that our baby actually came from a cabbage patch or stork or such. I said, “people like to see what you look like when you are pregnant.” He says, “I see pregnant people everyday, it’s not that exciting.” Well, people don’t see me pregnant everyday so whatever, dude. I think people secretly just want to know what I look like fat…which makes me rethink the picture thing.