Baby #2 – Thirty One Weeks
Dec
27th
2010
27th
2010
I hope everyone had a great Christmas! Mine was spent stuffing my face with fudge and various types of cheese. ‘Twas a merry day, indeed.
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Baby #2 – Thirty Weeks
Dec
16th
2010
16th
2010
Well, 29 weeks 5 days. But who’s counting?
(I AM. Every. Single. Day. Matters… Amen.)
Well, I had my OB appointment this morning and found out that I am measuring 4 weeks smaller than where I should be. I was all, “Really? I’m small?? I LOVE YOU.”, then picked up my purse and started to frolic out of the office until my nurse started talking about ‘growth retardation of the fetus’ and ‘not enough nutrients coming through the placenta’ and you know, all those happy types of things.
I had a feeling I wasn’t growing right, being that about 5 people in the past week have looked at me like I was nuts when I said how far along I am. Now I’m more than a little nervous about whether Jack is growing properly or not. The good news is I have an ultrasound this afternoon to find out for sure what the deal is. It could be that I’m just small and I just keep repeating that to myself. I’ll post an update later and let you guys know what happens.
Another nugget of good news is that although my belly seems to be measuring small, the rest of my body is still chugging along and growing at warp speed. Four pounds in a week, baby. Oh yes. Those hot cheetos really seem to be paying off.
Joy to the world.
UPDATE:
Well according to the ultrasound, Jack is doing just fine and is measuring right on track. My belly is just small, apparently! Thanks so much for your sweet words today… it helped me calm down from all the ‘growth retardation’ talk. Love you guys!
Baby #2 – Twenty Eight Weeks
Dec
09th
2010
09th
2010
SEVEN MONTHS. Cripes.
Things are getting a little – how do you say? – AWKWARD around these parts. I’ll just get right to the nitty gritty and tell you that Jack had the hiccups the other day and while normally I would consider it sweet and adorable and say awwwwwww! while creepily caressing and gazing at my stomach, the fact that I could feel his head knocking up against my butt with every hiccup made it SO INCREDIBLY NOT ADORABLE AT ALL. It was unnecessary and downright rude, if you ask me.
Not cool, Jack. NOT COOL.
(I have made a personal vow to keep no secrets from you guys about this pregnancy, so I am deeply sorry for any mental scarring that may have just caused. Also, hi Grandma Julie!)
Baby #2 – Twenty Six Weeks
Nov
24th
2010
24th
2010
Oooh okay, NOW I remember. This is the magical turning point in the pregnancy. The time where I’m juuuuust starting to feel normal and somewhat cute then my tiny little belly says, PSYCHE! and blows up to beast-status, the chipmunk cheeks make their grand return and I just look haggard no matter how much highlight powder I pile on my face.
26 Weeks pregnant with Madeline. Let's just not discuss this head to toe disaster.
Oh, pregnancy. You whore.
Despite the fact that my thighs are taking over the planet, I feel remarkably well! The baby is supposed to be somewhere around 2lbs right now, and I definitely believe it by how well I can feel his kicks and wiggles in there. Justin’s probably sick of me by now because I’m constantly bugging him to FEEL MY BELLEH! It’s just so crazy to think there’s a tiny person in there… I don’t think it’ll ever get old.
Okay, now I have kind of a sick question for you. I just had my monthly Chipotle lunch date with my friend Kristy who is due a few weeks before me. As usual we discussed our crazy symptoms, cravings and all the other gross stuff that we’re going through (it keeps us sane). Out of nowhere, I remembered something that happened at one of my very last checkups while pregnant with Maddie. It must have been just so traumatic that I blocked it from my memory, but I seriously can’t remember WHY it had to be done. So riddle me this… What exactly is the purpose of the butt swab at 36 weeks?
I’ll leave you now to ponder that.
Baby #2 – Twenty Two Weeks
Oct
27th
2010
27th
2010
- Jack is moving around a LOT. His little kicks can be seen and felt from the outside, which is cool, yet totally creepy/Alien-like. You can usually find me lifting up my shirt and staring at my stomach at inappropriate times. Like while driving. (Red lights, my dears. Red lights.)
- My belly button is, how do you say? OMGDISGUSTO. It’s shallow and it weirds me out being able to see the back of it so clearly! AH.
- I was talking to a friend and she said that someone else we both know was acting concerned. He finally asked her, “Is Morgan, umm… you know… ” and she said, “Pregnant? Uh, yessss.”
It keeps happening!! RAWR. MORGAN SMASH. I don’t know, maybe it’s because I feel like a freaking monstrosity in all my bloatedness and that it’s totally obvious that I’m not just gaining weight, but knowing that some people aren’t sure and are hesitant to even SAY the word pregnant in reference to my belly is just plain worrisome! Should I make a sign to wear? Something along the lines of, “I had sex.“?
Yes, I know. Pregnant girls… we are never happy. I’m too big, I’m too small. THERE IS NO PLEASING ME. Except if you give me nachos. You can tell me I look like Sasquatch and I probably won’t even hear you over the sound of my own crunching.
(No, I’m serious. Ask Justin. I eat nachos nearly every night AFTER dinner. It’s concerning even to ME.)
(Mmm… nachos…)
