29 5 / 2012
29 5 / 2012
It’s been about two weeks since my last post, and I guess I have a fair bit to write down now. There’s been a few things that have changed and happened since my last post, like my gender screening ultrasound, some confusion and some other things.
Today I’m halfway through my pregnancy!
It seems like the shortest thing ever, like I couldn’t possibly be this far along yet. But I look at the date and there it is, staring me back in the face. 20 weeks. With every weekly milestone that I pass, I start to feel more and more comfortable with my pregnancy. A little less scared, a little less paranoid. It’s a good feeling, to begin to feel comfortable with my own body again.
On the 22nd of May (my 19 week mark) I had my second trimester ultrasound. You know, the one that checks for obvious deformities and does a gender screening if you decide you’d like to know the gender. The technician who did my ultrasound was an absolute sweetheart, which is more than I can say for my stubborn little one. She was a patient technician, shaking my belly around to try and get baby to move. Unfortunately, we didn’t manage to get all of the pictures necessary (of baby’s spine and what-not. Baby just didn’t want to move, I guess.)
It was fascinating to watch her run over my belly, pointing out things like fingers and feet and arms. I had mentioned to her at the beginning of the scan that I would like to know the gender. She said baby was lookin’ like a girl. So I went home content with the knowledge that my little one now had a name, a gender. I was very happy with little Cayleigh.
A few days later I received a call from my midwife, who was looking to tell me that everything on the ultrasound looked splendid, and to set up an appointment for another one. (I require another ultrasound just to get the remaining pictures that we weren’t able to get.) When my midwife asked me if they told me the gender, I said “Yes, they said we’re expecting a girl,” in the proudest mother voice possible. My midwife offered me a moment of silence before saying that the document she had received from the doctor said “Male Fetus”.
Now we’re just confused. My next ultrasound is scheduled for my 21 week mark, and hopefully then they can give me a positive on whether I’m having a little Cayleigh or a little Brayden.
Baby kicks more and more these days. I feel them so often now. Baby seems to be the most active at night. My significant other felt our little one kick for the first time a few nights ago. I still can’t get over the look of absolute pride and curiosity that crossed his face as he looked at me while our little one kicked away at his hand.
More and more I am becoming more comfortable with the idea of becoming a family. My significant other, our dog and ferret, and now our little one… they make me feel like the luckiest woman alive.
I’m absolutely in love with our perfect little family.
16 5 / 2012
I recall how my last post was me complaining about how my belly had popped, how none of my clothes fit me and how upset I was that it had all happened so suddenly.
I was so wrong.
Just a week later… I’m twice the size I was! It’s nearly unbelievable. Again, this all happened overnight. Just woke up in the morning and BAM! Huge bump!
I felt my sweet little one kick me for the first time last weekend. Just a small jab into my right side, but I knew exactly what it was. I kept my hands on my stomach for what felt like forever, hoping they would do it again. No such luck! I still feel strong flutters of my little one doing back-flips and kicking around, but only a kick or two since then. Guess I’ll just have to wait a bit longer before they become more regular.
I also got my 20 week/gender screening ultrasound appointment date today. Next Tuesday at 10AM I’ll know if our sweet little baby is a little Brayden or a little Cayleigh. For only 6 days away… it feels like a lifetime! I just know I’m going to be a bundle of nerves and excitement until then.
I love my little one to pieces already. Every flutter, every little jab, just gives me another reason.
09 5 / 2012
09 5 / 2012
I didn’t expect to be posting again so soon.
Tomorrow I will see my midwife to set up an appointment for a gender screening. I don’t think I’ve been so excited for an ultrasound before. Of course, it’s amazing to see our little one wiggle about, but knowing if our baby is a little Brayden or a little Cayleigh is one of the most exciting things ever.
Today did not start off as a good day, however. I’ve been miserable since this morning. I woke up, showered, and when I went to get dressed I came to a startling realization…
My bump popped.
What does this mean? Why is this so important? Well, it’s important because none of my clothes fit me now. At least, none of my bottoms do with the exception of my yoga pants and a few pairs of track pants. We managed to run to Motherhood Maternity and pick up a pregnancy sleeve (thank goodness I’m a lucky one who just can’t get that button or zipper done up).
I swear this almost gave me a complete breakdown. I was miserable for the rest of the day, grumbling in frustration at everything and everybody. Sometimes pregnancy is strange like that, I suppose. At least I know that tomorrow I have something to look forward to. I can hear my little one’s heartbeat, and have a date to count down to until I can see them wiggling around in my tummy again.
08 5 / 2012
08 5 / 2012
I feel as if I should have done this ages ago.
I suppose I should start with a little about myself. You can call me Luna. I’m 18, and I’m pregnant, due on October 16th, 2012. I write all the time. If I was to describe myself in one word, that word would be “poet”. My significant other is older than I am (about 12 years older). My age, his age and our pregnancy has caused quite the uproar within my social life. Friends have called me irresponsible, immature. They’ve branded him a manipulative cradle-robber. I’m glad I’m strong enough to not let their words and speculation tear him and I apart.
My other half & I call our little one “The Beast” (at least until we know the gender, I suppose). Things have been pretty hectic the past few weeks.
Today I am exactly 17 weeks pregnant. Past the first trimester (which, I’ll just say, I don’t miss at all). Deep down I kind of think that I was putting off a pregnancy blog because I was scared. My last pregnancy was a miscarriage, and I’ve been quite paranoid about the same thing happening with this one. I feel my little one flutter in me now, and the feeling is reassuring. I am significantly less scared. I think I’m ready to write about this now.
I’ve chosen a midwife instead of an obstetrician. I feel more comfortable knowing that the person I’ve dealt with throughout my pregnancy is undoubtedly going to be the one delivering our little one. (Not to mention that the idea of a natural birth is far more comforting.)
Sometimes it feels like things are moving so quickly, and I have to stop and think “Wow, I’m past 4 months already?” Other times it feels like it’s moving so slow. Mostly when I start thinking about next ultrasounds and gender screenings and dopplers. When I think about those, time couldn’t ever move fast enough.
I understand I’m still young. Most people that I went to school with are off in University or College or are working, saving up for either of those things. Yet here I am, in a committed relationship with someone I dearly love, having a child instead. Sometimes I think I’ve made the wrong decision.
Then I feel my little one flutter inside of me, and I realize that I couldn’t have made a better one.
I promise to post as often as possible.