The countdown is on to my anatomy ultrasound. It will be May 20th. I hope Little Bean (who I now refer to as Baby since s/he is the size of an avocado apparently) is cooperative and opens up those adorable legs! I’m anxious to know if I am having a boy or a girl. I see my new OB on May 6th, so I’m excited to see how that turns out.
I’m starting to truly embrace being pregnant. I’m not as scared as I was at the beginning of my pregnancy. I know it isn’t over as yet, but I’m starting to really get into this.
I took my nipple piercings out. Goodness they look SO messed up. After I’m done breastfeeding (if I can), I intend to pierce them again to distract from how weird they look.
I told my dad that I am pregnant and it went better than I expected. He had his concerns and I can respect that. I’m his youngest daughter. When my mom talked to him the next day, he had apparently forgotten. Seriously. So she had to nudge him a bit and he just said “OH YEAH!” He has told my uncle so the news is out. My dad loves being a grandpa so he will adore the new baby. It will warm my heart to be able to see my dad playing with my child. I think my mom will start telling her family once we know the gender/sex.
When I went to visit my dad over Easter, he seemed shocked at the idea that I drive and do things. He asked me “aren’t you supposed to be pregnant?” Apparently being pregnant means being incapacitated. My mom lamented that he didn’t have such a protective attitude any of the times that she was pregnant.
I told my eldest niece who was as excited as a moody pre-teen can be. She is one of my favourite little people and I want her to help me pick names. I won’t let anybody else in on this process except for her. She does mean that much to me and I’m sad that we aren’t as close as we used to be. When she was younger, her love gave me the strength to pull through some hard times.
Oh! I officially bought my first baby items! Some hats, mits, socks and onesies. I know I will get a lot of gifts, but these will be special. At least I hope I remember to have them be special!
One of the things I’ve noticed is that I have a visible baby bump when I stand up. When I sit down, my belly is just pudgy. Apparently this is one of the woes of being fluffy and pregnant.
I was talking to my Work Mother today who was surprised that I have kept this largely a secret for so long. She isn’t my work mother for nothing and asked me to think about something: what is stopping me from telling people? I’m a very private person and I’m not looking forward to people being intrusive and asking about my personal life. Keep it about Baby and we’re fine. Ask me about how it happened and I start to get uncomfortable. This is definitely something to think about.
I did tell two colleagues today. The first went the route of asking about the HOW. The second (and I love her to death) didn’t ask for personal details, but instead focused on how I was feeling and just being happy for me. I need more reactions like that.
Life is good otherwise. I’m having some round ligament pains, but I think I will start going for a massage to ease that torture. I listen to Baby’s heartbeat on my Doppler and it such a wonderful sound to hear. Baby tends to stay low and left, so I can find the heartbeat quickly and easily. It blows my mind that I’m going to be a mother. I also can’t explain how much I love Baby.