New Baby Blog

As soon as I get everything moved over and I'm certain that it's working properly, all the baby blogging will occur at a different blog. Please leave a comment or send me an email if you'd like the address to the new blog.

I'll still be blogging on this one about work stuff, but likely not as much. Those who have followed me for the past year or more, thanks for your support and loyalty.

Oprah sucks

I watch Oprah when I'm home. I don't obsessively tape it though...Just something to have on the TV for noise, I guess.

Well, after the first trimester emotional meltdowns and crying all the time had stopped, I thought that we had moved on to pre pregnancy emotional status quo. Apparently not...

Some adoption story first had me bawling. Then Dr. Phil, then Oprah, then a rerun of Extreme Makeover Home Edition...Damn. I only cry like this if I'm getting sick.

I'm not talking little sniffles. I'm talking huge ass crocodile tears rolling down my face, complete with the snotty nose that needed to be blown.

I thought I was supposed to cry at Hallmark commercials, not Oprah. I'm really glad that no one was around to see me bawling my little eyes out this afternoon. Although, thankfully I was at least crying over SOMETHING. When I was first pregnant, I'd sit on N's couch for hours and just cry over nothing at all. And I'd feel bad because he didn't know what to do and I'd feel bad for making him feel bad, which in turn would make me cry some more...Vicious cycle those hormones are.

Anatomy Ultrasound

Anatomy Ultrasound. Makes it sound all official and crap. I guess so the crappy insurance company that we have insurance through will pay for it. They can't call it a "gender scan" or a "sex ultrasound"...That would make it sound so unnecessary and therefore could be denied payment by the insurance company.

And really, the ultrasound is an in depth look at the anatomy and the structures of the fetus while still in utero. It allows for diagnosis and potential treatment of certain medical problems and conditions. With our practitioner's approval, we decided not to have any genetic screening tests. There is such a high rate of false positives (if you want to call it that) that we didn't want to worry about something potentially being wrong the rest of the pregnancy. Anything major should show up on a scan, and then we can choose to have further testing if we want.

So, on Tuesday, I'll bare my baby belly and pray for a perfectly healthy baby. With any luck, this little monkey (who coincidentally is about the size of a small ripe canteloupe, by the way) will have not a shred of modesty and we will get to find out whether we are having a penis baby or a vagina baby.

But really, we will get to see the first pictures of our angel baby and Daddy will get to really begin the bonding process...I've been feeling the little turkey kick and punch me now every day consistenly for about 9 days or so...Nothing strong enough for N to feel from the outside of my belly yet. I can't wait until he can put his hand on my belly and feel Thumper kick.