What up!? I am sixteen weeks pregnant today. SIXTEEN weeks! That’s four months – which should mean I only have five months left… and um, holy shit I should probably think about buying/registering for some stuff. I started reading two baby books – Babywise and Baby Bargains. When I tried to share some of the bargain item stuff to K, he was so not ready. He keeps talking about some European baby bucket? Oh no. I’m trying to make a play for this one instead (oh, squee! so cute!).
Last week I ended up going to the doctor when the dull ache would not go away. At four am, when I couldn’t go back to sleep because I could not stop thinking about the fact that my pelvis was on fire (and let’s face it, googling emergency rooms*), I decided I’d go in to see the doctor. Thankfully, they were super nice about it. There was no judgment – I feel like this humor-the-first-time-pregnant-lady thing will last for a little while longer.
In other news, I’m totally rocking some maternity clothes. Yes, ma’am. There is a real live baby bump – although I’m sure to the outside world I just look super fat. I’m okay with that, I know I’ll be rocking the bump soon enough. I haven’t succumbed to maternity jeans, but damn if I’m not loving the leggings and ruched dresses. Awesome. Never, ever, ever thought I’d be saying that about leggings. But since I have a real-live baby bump and not just a fat-burrito tummy, I’m going to wear the heck out of some leggings while I can.
On Wednesday, we visit with the perinatalogist and we’ll find out what this fetus is – or at least more of a guess of who it’s going to be. I cannot wait. I’m focusing on the bonus of this visit – learning Baby K’s sex, and not the real reason for the visit: to make sure that the spine has closed. Oh, lamictal, you tricky little minx. I’m really hoping you haven’t caused any trouble.
And, oh sweet jesu, I hope I can start blogging about something other than this growing fetus.
*There’s an emergency room within walking distance – a half-mile away. It’s reassuring, no?