You know I always have a funny story… soooo… let me entertain you for a
moment…
Once upon a time, there was this mother, who had a little boy, that
taught her everything she needed to know about patience. (see this post) Well,
2 years after that lesson of patience, the mother apparently forgot all about
her growth in said “patience land”. She found herself pregnant again, and not
knowing the gender of Baby E to the 2nd degree… This mother, she’s a
bit of a “planner” per se. The unknown was driving her bonkers. Like, just need
to know, now, what this baby is. Plans need to be made. Things need to be
painted. Clothes need to be sold or re-organized. NEED TO KNOW. (Before I
continue, let me recognize the fact that there are those out there that CHOOSE
to not find out the gender *yes I said CHOOSE*, I applaud you people. I can’t
do it. Wouldn’t even entertain the idea. But you, you deserve applause.)
Anywho… back to the story… So “I” was restless, desperate for an answer. Some
of you may know that we found out at 16 weeks that we were pregnant with
Tucker. We kept that little blue secret for 2 weeks until it could be confirmed
at the OB’s office. As soon as we found out we were pregnant again, I hoped
that we could find out early again… boy were we in for a treat. I was
threatened/warned by several friends that because I couldn’t be patient, we
wouldn’t be able to find out. “Serves you right for not having any patience”,
they said. Let me just give you a run down of how “finding out” at 16 weeks,
and ACTUALLY finding out at 19 1/5 weeks looked…
16 Weeks, I call Jessie (the gypsy) to see if she is still doing scans,
and if she can scan us again. (She is actually the one that scanned us at 16
weeks with Tucker.) She received the “gypsy” nickname because she has a mobile
unit and has many options for the scan location. So, Jessie scanned the ole
uterus at 16 weeks flat. This is what we saw…
My immediate first thought was, “Oh sweet, we are having another boy”. I
kept this thought in the safety of my brain. Jessie continued to scan and look,
and look, and look, and finally decided that she thought it was a little girl
and her “girl parts” were swollen. (Whatevs, you do this, I don’t. I trust
you.) I voiced my “boy” opinion, and she kept looking. She decided she didn’t
want to make a call either way. Safe, but not what I needed.
Fast Forward, 6 days: A friend at the office knew a lady that worked the
mobile unit for the Pregnancy Crisis Clinic and agreed to give her a call and
try to set us up an appointment. On that Friday afternoon I met the Hubbs in
the Hobby Lobby shopping center at the mobile unit. Guess what they found…
Yeah… that’s a “hamburger”. (Girl)
I made peace with it, that’s 2 (kinda) girl ultrasounds in 2 weeks. The
baby is healthy. I can do this. Pink, bows, glitter. I got it. So, I went
shopping, of course. And I MIGHT have gone overboard, of course. Whatever. I
was gonna be a girl mom. Hubbs began to call our "daughter" by name, Tuck would tell you his "baby sissy's" name is "Tilly Wade" on command, I hope you are all laughing by now… Tilly.. yeah, she grew a tail.
Fast Forward, a week: Jessie (the gypsy) was called in because I was just
struggling with the inconclusive original ultrasound. She agreed to do another
one since it had been two weeks, and I would be 18 weeks, and things should be
pretty obvious by that point. The wand no more than touched my belly and BAM,
there it was on the screen….
Yeah… That’s a “hotdog”. (boy) No doubt about it. At all. Good thing I
kept all those receipts for those precious dresses and rompers I had just
recently purchased. All I could do was laugh. Serves me right. Patience is a
virtue folks. A virtue.
So... We are having a boy. Tuck is getting a brother. He is still
referring to the baby as “Baby Stinker”. We are working on “Baby Tate”, but no
luck on that catching just yet.
Pregnancy Highlights: FINALLY getting a
concrete gender.
How Far Along: 20 weeks on
the nose, we are HALFWAY there folks !!
Size of baby: little T is
weighing in at a hefty 11ozs.
What is baby up to:
Baby’s digestive system
is already working on that first big poo. Nastiness. Plain and simple.
Gained/Lost: I didn’t
weigh this morning. I’d say 10+ lbs so far.
Maternity Clothes: No official
maternity clothing yet. I’m chalking it up to the season of dresses.
Gender: BOY!! Tate David
Edgington
Movement: Apparently I have an “anterior placenta” this go around. This means my placenta (the food and blood source) are attached on the front side of my uterus this go around, causing a buffer between baby and outside belly. This also acts a buffer for movements. I knew I hadn’t been feeling the ninja kicks I had felt with Tucker at this point, but I had been feeling some “flopping stomach” movements, so I wondered what was up. I still haven’t felt a straight up punch or kick, just major pushes that make my belly hard in spots.
Movement: Apparently I have an “anterior placenta” this go around. This means my placenta (the food and blood source) are attached on the front side of my uterus this go around, causing a buffer between baby and outside belly. This also acts a buffer for movements. I knew I hadn’t been feeling the ninja kicks I had felt with Tucker at this point, but I had been feeling some “flopping stomach” movements, so I wondered what was up. I still haven’t felt a straight up punch or kick, just major pushes that make my belly hard in spots.
Sleep: What’s that?
No seriously, I sleep, some. A little. And then I wake up to pee.
What I miss: The fair is coming
to town, and I’m going to miss the Zipper, and other death defying rides.
Cravings: Granny smith
apples with peanut butter and salt, sausage, egg and cheese biscuits, sour
anything, chocolate milk, watermelon, and kit kat bars
Aversions: The sniffer
is still sensitive from time to time. The smell of bleu cheese anything
disgusts me and makes me want to hurl.
Symptoms: Some occasional
heartburn, pregnancy brain (it’s serious), the stretching sensation has begun.
Best Moment this week: Stocking up on clothes for the
boys with my Momma in tow.
