First off, I am now 17 weeks and 4 days. 17 was a bad, bad week for us in Becca's pregnancy. In fact, it's the week that they told us she was going to die. So even though we weren't scheduled for a visit this week, I called the doctor to see if we could come in and get a glimpse to make sure everything looks good. Fabulous doctor that he is, he worked me in, and we saw him on Wednesday.
I am beyond thrilled to say that this week 17 is going much, much better than our last one. The baby is measuring right on target, though the head is a little bigger than the legs (which just makes the baby a Hill - have you met my short genius of a husband?). At this point, Becca was already 2 and a 1/2 weeks behind. There was a 4 cm fluid pocket already; when we went for our amnio with Becca in week 18, they couldn't even find a 1 cm pocket and almost weren't able to do the amnio. Dr. Sizemore said that they could amnio this fluid all day long; I told him that I'd prefer that he not. The baby was moving - dancing, really, which was adorable. And we think we saw some bits and pieces...
...as in, little boy bits and pieces! It's still pretty difficult to tell on the office's super basic ultrasound machine, but we're pretty sure we saw his little penis, and when he started grabbing at it, we decided it was definitely acting male...already sticking his hand down his figurative pants. But - we're not painting the nursery blue yet or anything (actually, we're not painting the nursery at all because when we moved in and painted we went with a gender-neutral green, smart kids that we are), but the doc is 85% sure it's a boy. We ought to know for sure at our full anatomy scan (at the high risk doc with the better machine) the Tuesday after Easter.
So that's that. I feel so so so much better after this appointment. Oddly, it's nice to be where things started to go wrong. I had thought that my anxiety would only increase as we got further along, and I'm sure it will some, but it feels great to be at this point and be reassured that what happened last time is not happening this time. I'm still at high-risk for complications, and there is still a very good chance that I will develop pre-eclampsia, but whatever happens now, I know we're not experiencing a total repeat of last time with the double whammy of super-severe IUGR AND severe, early-onset pre-eclampsia. Again, the kiddo could stop growing at any time, and my blood pressure could shoot up, particularly as pre-e is an unpredictable disease, but we are ahead of where we were last time. Phew. In CPE terms, I think it's helping me differentiate this pregnancy from my first one. I really am starting to believe that things might be different this time. Like I said, it feels good.
[Sidenote: as I talk about my first pregnancy, I want to be clear that I don't regret a minute of it. Of course I would have chosen for it to go differently, but in the end, we got the best kid in the world, and I love her just the way she is. I would do it all over again in a second to have her. Or to have this itty bitty boy. But we're open to an easier ride for everyone this time.]
Okay, I got so busy writing about the little boy booger that I forget what the other updates need to be...so...um...don't forget to donate to our March for Babies team and/or order your t-shirts (I'm sending in our order on Monday!)...and if you want to buy some Usborne books AND save some babies at the same time, shop at www.myubam.com/HOS216155. I'm giving my entire commission on purchases made through this link to our March for Babies team. And I haven't forgotten about the second Disney post. It will come. Eventually. :)
Oh, and some adorable Becca sayings as of late:
- I'm da wine weader! (while running to get in front of everybody)
- Her name for the baby: Kolkai Booger
- I'm Madewine! I'm Madewine! I'm tall!
- Actuawawy... (translation: actually)
- I want to go on adbentures! Yet's go on [pauses while she counts her fingers and raises them] five adbentures! (Adventures = errands or anything else we can come up with to do away from home or church)
- Awl da something or other (As in, who was your favorite character at Disney? "Awl da charawcters!" Who do you want to invite to your birthday party? "Awl my fwiends!"
- I will give you a kiss to feel you better, Mommy. (and) I'm sorry you're sick, Mommy. (and) I'm gwad you're better, Mommy.