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.