17 Weeks – What A Big Boy Am I!

Wow. What a difference a few weeks makes. In the last two weeks I feel like I’ve become seriously pregnant. The belly looks bigger every day and there’s no question that the little kicks I’m feeling are babe-related. Several times a day (usually after a meal if i get the chance to sit down afterward) he does a little dance letting me know he appreciates the extra fuel.

On top of that, I’ve also picked up some rather frequent heartburn, back aches, and an inability to be comfortable sleeping at night. My least favorite “oh so pregnant” side-effect has to be the lack of stretching. I can’t stretch any part of my body without risking some painful cramping. Especially in my legs. My calves are so angry and aching but if I dare give them the stretch they crave, they’ll just charley horse up on me. I’m also pregnant enough that I can’t really twist my spine any longer and stretch out my back. No decent stretching leaves me feeling all smashed together and heavy. It is made of lame.

But enough about me. What about that 18 week sonogram?

The technician started with the gender question, since some times it can be a bit difficult (you don’t have to tell us that). Within less than 30 seconds, we had our answer. It went something like this:

Step 1: Locate the baby in the belly.

Step 2: Locate the tail end of the baby.

Step 3: Try to find the –

Step 3a: Discover that the baby is not only spread eagle with his parts perfectly on display, but his hand is pointing at them as if to say “right here! here! this is where it says i am a boy!”

There is no Step 4.

The picture is awesome, but since I don’t want to embarrass the poor kid by posting pictures of his prenatal boy parts on the internet, you’re out of luck unless you see me in person. I am his mom, after all. Whipping out inappropriate pictures to embarrass their sons are what moms do. Protecting their internet privacy when it comes to their boy parts comes with the job, too.

awww…. “his mom”. I think that’s the first time I’ve said/thought that.

After that, the rest of the sonogram was a bit of a blur. We were too floored by the awesome wave of reality that was washing over us to pay much attention. There’s something amazing that happens when you find out the gender of the baby. Until that point, there’s two theoretical babies inside you. One is a boy and one is a girl and until you know which one it really is, neither one feels quite real. Once you know, everything changes. Suddenly the list of things that I needed to accomplish in the next few months manifested and plotting began in earnest. Well, it did once the sonogram was over, anyway.

While we were babbling about having a boy and all the silly consequences related to that, the awesome technician kept doing her job. She checked out all his parts (and they looked great), and all my parts, which looked more or less great. Apparently the placenta has taken roost a bit too close to my cervix. It’s not officially too close but it’s close enough that we’ll be going back at 24 weeks for another sonogram to make sure it’s sliding up like it is expected to.

No worries.

No really. No worries. You can freak out for 1/2 a day like I did, but then you must remember that I’m only 18 weeks along so that even if I had placenta previa, it wouldn’t be an issue for another few months and even then it just means eventual bed rest and a c-section. It’s super manageable. Plus, like I said, I don’t have it. I just have a low-lying placenta. Which is hardly a deal at all that is on its way to being a complete non-deal. So no worries, ok?

Also on the sonogram, we also learned that Squirt is a big boy. Not dangerously big, but definitely “measuring large” with respect to his head and belly. Are we surprised? Not really. Charlotte was almost 8 pounds at birth (7 lbs, 15.5 oz) and babies get bigger in subsequent pregnancies. It does mean that we probably won’t bother with any newborn clothes at all save for the unisex stuff that we’ve got from Charlotte.

…And maybe some adorable blue thing with trucks or turtles or something on it for taking him home from the hospital.

Him. That hasn’t gotten old yet. It’s barely gotten normal.

We got some great shots on the video of his arms and legs and heart and brain. There’s an entire section of him kicking my ever-expanding bladder, requesting not so politely that I empty it (again) to give him more leg room. Sadly, he spent most of his time curled up against my placenta with his hand over his face. We got a close enough look to rule out any face/head related problems, but no real shots of his pre-natal smile.

I bet he was still embarrassed that we caught him checking out his gender himself.

  • Dave

    When my friend Jessie had her son Will two years ago, he born at a whopping 10.8 Pounds. The fellow could probably pass for a small 4 year old now.

    I am always pleased to welcome another dude into the Brotherhood. Glad to have you, Squirt!

  • Dave

    When my friend Jessie had her son Will two years ago, he born at a whopping 10.8 Pounds. The fellow could probably pass for a small 4 year old now.

    I am always pleased to welcome another dude into the Brotherhood. Glad to have you, Squirt!

  • http://twitter.com/ mom

    I haven’t gotten used to saying “my grandson” but its getting easier every day. Baby Squirt, you are my favorite grandson as your big sis is my favorite granddaughter. Big sis, that’s a new concept to get used to also. Love to all, just try to take it easy on mom.

  • http://twitter.com mom

    I haven’t gotten used to saying “my grandson” but its getting easier every day. Baby Squirt, you are my favorite grandson as your big sis is my favorite granddaughter. Big sis, that’s a new concept to get used to also. Love to all, just try to take it easy on mom.

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