//Hey Girl Hey! / I Should Have Bought Stock in Pepcid...

So...I'm still super pregnant. As of today, I am 16 weeks and 3 days and not showing yet (at least I don't think so). My stomach is definitely bigger, so I'm pretty sure my uterus is pushing my stomach out, but I have yet to get an adorable baby bump. Overall, I feel pretty great. My energy is mostly back--meaning I don't pass out by 8:00 PM anymore. YAY! This translates to me being a slightly better guest at social events. The "worst" pregnancy symptom I'm currently dealing with is some insane heartburn. I used to pop a Tums throughout the day but a pregnant friend of mine recently introduced me to the magic of Pepcid AC--and it has (not-quite-literally) saved my life. The good thing about this is that there is truth to the folklore behind heartburn indicating your baby being born with a lot of hair on its head, and I'm stoked about that because I was basically as bald as a bowling ball when I was born. Fingers crossed!

Last Saturday, the Hubs and I ventured about 45 minutes to get an elective ultrasound done to determine the sex of our baby. I had booked this a couple of months ago and was looking forward to it SO much--which basically means that nothing is going to work in our favor on the day of. And that's exactly what happened. Initially, I had booked one of those 3D/4D ultrasounds and the session was supposed to be 15 minutes. When the technician began her 2D ultrasound (which is how a 3D/4D appointment always starts out anyway), she told us that the given the position the baby was in, a 3D/4D ultrasound probably wouldn't be so awesome. Basically, the baby was facing my back--meaning it was mooning us. Smart kid. The tech changed our ultrasound to just 2D (which was cheaper) and tried her best to get the baby to turn around and show us its privates. I began to feel kind of pervy, getting my kid to flash us its bits but damn it! I wanted to know what I'm having so I can start blowing my money on adorable baby crap! I tried everything--drinking freezing cold water, jumping jacks, turning from side to side. That baby wouldn't budge. I mean, it was wiggling around and all, but it didn't open its legs and/or turn to face us. Thanks a lot, baby.

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Naturally, I had a little crying fit in the car on the way home because pregnancy hormones are super awesome. My dear, sweet husband did his best to console me and calm me down, but let's be honest--I wasn't in a place to be rational about it. After a little while, I snapped out of it and we had a good laugh at our baby showing us its butt when the chips were down. We are going back this weekend and hoping that our stubborn Baby B-Wing will throw us a bone and provide us an answer to this riddle.


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