|This week you get to see a light switch. And part of the window.|
And my big 'ole belly...with a real, live baby in it!
(In case you wondered, we'll be working on launching our photography
business later this week.)
How Far Along: 20 Weeks--officially the half-way point if Navajo goes the full 40.
Size: Little Navajo is the length of a banana. In actual measurements s/he is 10.5 oz and around 10 inches long. According to our ultrasound, s/he is measuring 13 oz (in the 52%).
Gender: Y'all. I had that envelope in my hand. I put it in my purse and then tried to convince Favorite that we could totally look and no one would know. I am not even ashamed to say it.
But we did not look. We didn't even peep. And we won't officially know until the Saturday after Thanksgiving. But if you like to keep track of that sort of thing, here's the run-down:
Favorite--believes Navajo is a girl. Not sure where his instinct is coming from, but he's highly convinced and refuses to think otherwise.
Me--My initial thought was boy; however, I switched to girl based on our first doppler. Now? I'm back to boy. The last two heart rates were 140 and 138 respectively (and I know that doesn't really matter) and the ultrasound tech knew in a matter of three seconds. All that leads me to think little boy.
Ultimately--Who cares? There's a baby in there. Navajo is alive and thriving. I'm just going to enjoy the surprising news surrounded by family and friends.
Movement: Like a salsa dancer. Oddly enough, I couldn't feel her/him during the ultrasound even though the tech said there was a ton of movement going on. It was hilarious to see him/her put his/her feet beside his/her head throughout the ultrasound, though.
Sleep: I dream weird dreams. Sometimes I dream things that could happen. Other times, they are so far in left field, I have no idea how my mind came to rest there.
Maternity Clothes: Yep. They are more comfortable.
Symptoms: Migraines, dizziness, heartburn and insatiable thirst. And I wouldn't trade a bit of it.
Aversions: Chicken is still a problem. I try to eat it occasionally, but I generally end up picking it out of whatever dish it's in. I do better with things like bacon and sausage; however, since heartburn is a consideration, I try to limit those foods in my diet.
Cravings: Milk! I'm on my second gallon in less than a week, but I suppose I could be craving unhealthier things.
And ice cold water. In large quantities.
What I miss: I'm so grateful to be pregnant. I can't think of one thing I should be missing.
Feeling toward pregnancy: We have been surrounded by pregnancy announcements. As Favorite and I discussed that fact with my mom, she asked when it would be real for some of the people who are just now finding out.
We looked at each other and discussed that. It was hard to say that it's been super real for us to this point. We've spent a ton of time discussing pregnancy in general, but I wouldn't say I've anticipated actually bringing a baby home.
But today? When I saw this little face?
|That's a forehead, a little eye (looks like it's closed), a nose a mouth and if you look to the far |
right, a foot. S/he kept putting his/her feet beside his/her head.
And the tech told us that all systems looked good? (Except for the heart. Little bugger kept putting his/her hands over one side of the heart so it couldn't be checked!) I realized something: we're getting a baby.
Twenty more weeks (give or take) and I'll be holding that little body and kissing those chubby cheeks and playing with those little toes. Twenty more weeks and we won't be discussing how I'm feeling--just how Navajo is doing.
This isn't an alternate universe, right? Favorite and I really are getting this much blessing, right?
Best Moment this week: Hands down: the ultrasound. I haven't seen Little Navajo since I wasn't quite 8 weeks and now we are just over 20 weeks. That's more than three months of waiting, anticipating and praying. His/her spine, my major concern, was closed and perfect. Organs were in his/her little abdomen. Navajo's little heart (the part we could see) was pumping blood and beating with a steady rhythm. Does it get better than that?
What I'm looking forward to: Getting those envelopes back! With a cake! How did I possibly think I could wait?