Last week I was about to start going through withdrawal by the time I had my ultrasound. When you’ve been going to an RE, and then are considered to have a high risk pregnancy, you really get spoiled getting to see your baby on the screen every week. This time I had to go *three weeks*!! The torture! I know most women only get to see their baby a few times throughout the entire pregnancy, but I can’t really say that I am in a better position than they are – after all presumably they did not have trouble getting pregnant, nor are their pregnancies high risk, so if anyone should envy someone, it is I who should envy them.
Still, I won’t complain about getting to see my baby a lot. This time was amazing. The chickpea was doing some impressive acrobatics in there! S/he must have been inspired by our trip to see Cirque du Soleil a few weeks ago. Flips, somersaults, tumbling, you name it. Waving, even clapping! Sitting on his/her feet in a very cute yogi-like position. It was a “Look what I can do, Mom!” moment. I was very impressed.
The SCH is getting smaller. It’s still there, which means somewhat limited activity (though less so than before) and the pelvic rest continues. But my OB is guessing that by the next time I come in, at 17 weeks, the SCH should be gone and he can lift all my restrictions. I am really looking forward to that day. That is also when we should find out the sex, which I am pretty much ecstatic about. At this point I can honestly say I will be over the moon whether it is a boy or a girl. I just want to know!! I’m tired of the he/she/it every time I talk about our chickpea. I’d like to start decorating the nursery (not that we’re likely to go with particularly gender-specific colors, nor do I even believe there really are gender-specific colors, but I want to envision whether a little boy or little girl will be living with the decor that we choose before we choose it). Also, I want to start thinking about names! We have some vague ideas for boys and some definite ideas for girls, so I want to know how seriously we need to start working on our boy list.
Also, I am showing. People who didn’t already know about the pregnancy have started to notice. It’s not huge, but it’s definitely a tummy. More of one than I’ve had from any all-you-can-eat buffet! And it is getting bigger every day.
The point is, I feel pregnant, I look pregnant, and I’m finally at a point where I am comfortable telling people I’m pregnant. We may not technically be out of the woods yet, but are we ever? Until that baby is born, I will always worry and wonder and hope. And then a whole new set of worries, wonders, and hopes will begin. So for now, I just want to enjoy being pregnant. It’s nice to feel like I actually can.