Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I also got clarification on our due date today. We actually get to use the date of conception rather than the LMP, or tides, or lunar calendar, or whatever medieval methods OBs like to count on. So I am a couple of days ahead of where I thought I was. How about that? Now the beanie baby's measurements (8w4d today!) don't seem so far ahead. Although, and I admit I'm biased, I do think Baby B is a genius and is going to be a superstar. Obviously. We got a nice tour of the visible anatomy on the scan this morning, and could actually pick out a few structures. S/he has a spinal cord! A brain! A beating heart! A giant head! S/he is in the shrimpy stage now -- or as I dubbed him/her this morning, Big Head Todd.
I am slowly beginning to understand that I am having a baby. I'm fully aware that I'm pregnant -- my malaise is dialed up to 11 and my nausea is ridiculous, even with Zofran on board* -- but I don't think I believe that we are really having a baby yet. I am not excessively worried about the "what ifs," but I think I am holding a lot in reserve until we get a little further into the pregnancy. I'm deeply envious of women who can relax and feel pregnant and start buying furniture and onesies and rubbing their belly in public and generally enjoying their knocked up status, but I think IF just flat out ruined that for me. Out of necessity, I can live with that, because bringing home a baby in October is all I really want. The rest is fluff.
* Thanks to everyone who had suggestions or info about nausea and constipation. I am pleased to report that, while the nausea is still sucking my soul out one precarious belch at a time, the pooper situation is resolved. Prune juice, baby. Actually, I have to cut it with apple juice since neat prune juice is a little too, uh, earthy tasting for me. We named my cocktail the Mudslide. Or the Poop-shooter. Or the Ca-ca-cocktail. You're welcome.