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21 Weeks Pregnant

At our ultrasound last week we discovered that we are likely having another boy. I say likely because baby wasn’t terribly interested in showing us the mechanics between his legs. The doctor (who I am actually coming to like) was pretty sure he saw boy parts, but didn’t rule out the possibility of a girl.

Still, we’re proceeding as though this one will be a boy and have finally had the name discussion. I had been pretty concerned about picking a boy’s name because we couldn’t decide how to proceed with using the family names we had been discussing since we first started talking about children years ago. It started to get complicated when both of us had a name to contribute. We didn’t want to pick just one of them–or more accurately, Dan was willing to drop his pick (Merrill–after his grandfather), but I would never have contributed my pick (Charles–after my great-grandfather, and, I found out a few days ago, Dan’s great-grandfather as well!) if he had not said he wanted to use Merrill. Family names have never really been that important to me. Long story short: Dan didn’t want to use 2 middle names, I didn’t want to use Merrill or Charles as a first name, I didn’t want to use Charles if we didn’t use Merrill, so we decided not to use either name.

We did come up with a boy’s name that we both really love: Reid. I read it, or heard it or something, and offered it as a suggestion, and Dan, with great surprise, said he’d been thinking of the possibility of using that name for the last couple weeks. It was the first name I offered (since we sat down to have the most recent discussion), and it was the one that stuck. Daniel his having a difficult time understanding that Reid is not read. Every time I’ve tried to tell him we are going to name the baby Reid, he tells me he is going to read to the baby.

And Daniel insists that we ought to call the baby Atu Beet–the way he used to say Uncle Dave when he was first learning to talk. Daniel had been telling us the baby was going to be a sister, so when we told him the baby was actually going to be a brother, we told him it would be just like Daddy and Uncle Dave. Someone in our family (may have even been me… but it’s been repeated so many times now, I can’t remember the originator) asked Daniel if we should call the baby Atu Beet, and he cracked up and said yes. And now he insists that we ought to call the baby Atu Beet. And we’re certainly not helping matters by laughing and repeating the story so often.

Also at our ultrasound, it was discovered that baby’s placenta is located toward the front of my uterus, which explains why I’ve felt less movement than I expected. The placenta is acting as a barrier to my ability to feel some of the kicks. I’ve really only been able to feel baby kicking below the waistline of my pants due to baby’s placental punching bag, so I haven’t been able to let others try to feel it yet–even though it’s possible to feel baby from the outside. Daniel and Dan have both finally been able to feel baby, though, and that’s what really matters.

We are finally going to throw Daniel his No More Milks party in the next couple of weeks. He’s been completely weaned since before Christmas. He still talks about Mama’s milk, but he hasn’t cried for it for awhile now. I’ve just told him I don’t have milk anymore. He seems comforted enough if I let him touch them–but has never had issue with my telling him not to touch them (in public, say).

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11 Weeks Pregnant

The last few days have been intense. Not because of the pregnancy, because of the draining conversations I’ve been having with my more conservative friends and family. Is it even worth debating with people who so obviously don’t want to hear what you have to say? Who don’t have an ounce of budge in their views? Who refuse to be open to reason? It’s probably not. But I can’t help myself.

Because I’m so emotionally tired of thinking about deep issues, it’s time to write about happy things and give you all an update.

A couple weeks ago, I started spotting again. I didn’t worry about it too much since it was such a small amount–or so I thought. But then last Thursday, it was different, so I immediately called the crazy doctor (because I hadn’t found another one yet), and made an appointment for that day at 2. Our friend Judy graciously offered to watch Daniel while we went to the appointment–since we didn’t know how many hours it might take. I was nervous leaving Daniel because I thought he might not be able to handle it (he’s never had a babysitter before). But he didn’t have a problem at all. He loved playing with Judy and his friend Annabel.

When we arrived at the office, the receptionist informed us that the doctor had just been called to an emergency C-section and wouldn’t be back for another 40 minutes. So we walked around, had coffee (I had decaf), then went back to the waiting room to wait. Thankfully, the doctor came back only a few minutes later than they had predicted, and we got to see him in less than an hour.

He confirmed that the bleeding was not coming from my uterus and the ultrasound showed a healthy baby jumping and waving at us. We were so relieved. This time, the scan reduced our miscarriage chances to less than one percent. When we got home, it hit me just how worried I had been about the spotting the previous week. I suddenly had a burst of energy and got some things done around the house, when the week before, all I wanted to do was lay around. I was just attributing the lazing around to pregnancy exhaustion, but I now realize it was a bit of depression thinking of losing another child. I’m so glad to be out of that mindset.

Since Thursday, I’ve made lasagna (from scratch–even the sauce), cranberry sauce, pumpkin muffins, a rotisserie chicken, and chicken-noodle soup. I’ve done laundry, had energy to play with Daniel and go for walks. I went to (and helped to organize) our church retreat in the mountains, drove to and from San Diego for a birthday party. And between all those things, had several intense debates on some of the big issues our nation and state are facing. I’d say I’m doing well.

Now if I could only figure out how to keep the house clean…

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6 Weeks Pregnant

We’re pregnant again!

I got to see the heartbeat on an ultrasound today! I’m only 6 weeks along (due May 25–just one week before Daniel’s birthday), but because of a small amount of bleeding, I had blood tests and an ultrasound done early just to ease my mind.

I’ve been strangely both confident and extremely worried for the two weeks we’ve known about this pregnancy so far. There was only one moment when I thought I was losing this pregnancy, but after I cried and prayed, I felt what seemed like divine relief. I felt like this was going to be a growing and learning experience for me. The lessons are Patience and Trust. I had had 5 straight nights of insomnia, where I was only able to get 3-4 hours of sleep per night because my body and mind could not relax. But as soon as I felt that relief, I was able to sleep again.

Last week, when I had my first bit of bleeding (and also my teary relief), I made an appointment with a doctor recommended to me as an OB so I could get an ultrasound and blood work. But it turned out, she was not an OB–she was an Internist/Pediatrician, but she did basic well-woman care at her practice. So she didn’t have an ultrasound machine, and I still needed to find a new OB. (My most recent OB no longer works as a back-up doctor for homebirth patients.) She was able to order the blood tests that measure the amount of pregnancy hormones in my blood to make sure my levels were rising at a healthy rate, though. My first test came back with very high numbers (a good sign), but we still needed to see the numbers from the second test (two days later) to make sure it was rising steadily. The second test was done on Friday, but I didn’t get the results back until yesterday afternoon! The wait was so difficult, but my numbers were great, and I felt a flood of relief.

That night, I had a bit of spotting again, and the doubt returned, but I had already made an appointment with the OB that my midwife recommended as one of her best back-ups. Today was that appointment, and it was something else…

We arrived about 20 minutes early so I would have time to fill out the new-patient paperwork and hopefully see the doctor as close to my appointment time as possible since Dan wanted to go to the Red Sox game tonight (my appointment was at 3, and he was hoping to leave for the game around 4:30). When we walked into the office, we saw an older man shuffling down the hallway, and Dan jokingly said, “Maybe that’s the doctor.” It turns out it was! He is very old, very slow, and hard of hearing. He wore a headband/light thing on his forehead with his name labeled on the side in huge letters. He never used it, and never took it off.

When we got to the front desk, and I told the receptionist I was a new patient, she told me she’d be with me in a minute. She didn’t end up giving me the paperwork to fill out until 3. I didn’t get called back until around 3:45, when the nurse weighed me, took my blood pressure, then told me to wait back in the reception area because there were no exam rooms available. We didn’t get put into an exam room until about 4:10, where we waited another 20 minutes for the doctor to come in. He came in, asked me some questions, wrote down my answers, then proceeded to tell me he would do an ultrasound and I should get undressed and sit under the paper sheet and that he’d be back in a minute. It took me less than 15 seconds to be ready, but we waited… and waited… and waited, and he didn’t come back! Finally around 4:40, the nurse popped her head in and said the doctor had just finished with another patient and would be in shortly. We told her that Dan had to leave (his ride for the game was circling outside by this point) and that we needed the doctor to hurry. After another 5 minutes, I finally told Dan to just go and that I would call him when I was done. He left reluctantly, but the doctor didn’t return for another 10 minutes after that!!! And when he walked in and saw that Dan had left, he asked why we didn’t tell him Dan had to go, since he would have come in much sooner if he had known! After telling him we’d told the nurse just that, he marched out of our room again to yell at the nurse for not telling him, then repeated over and over how disappointed he was that Dan wasn’t there. I just can’t believe that he chose to see another patient rather than waiting the few seconds it took for me to be ready for the ultrasound.

His first attempt at the ultrasound was unsuccessful at finding the baby. He didn’t see the pregnancy at all in my uterus, or anywhere else, but muttered under his breath that he saw some fibroids. He removed the probe, talked to himself a little, did a manual pelvic exam, happy to find there was no pain or tenderness, and also happy to find that my uterus was nice and firm. So he tried the ultrasound agian, this time pressing down on my abdomen with his hand, and–hallelujah!–he found the baby! And its little heart was beating away. It was pretty impressive that something so small (only .53 of a centemeter!) would show up on an ultrasound at all–and that we could see its heart beating, too. And not only did we see it beating, but we could see it actually pumping in that rhythmic motion. I was expecting a simple flicker to indicate the beating heart since it’s so early, but it actually looked like a teeny tiny heart–which is, of course, what it is.

So after the doctor measured the baby (it measured the textbook size for its age), he printed out a few pictures from the ultrasound and said congratulations and started writing in my chart. He never mentioned the fibroids again. So I asked him, “Did you say I had fibroids?” And his only response was, “Uterus is bumpy.” And that was that.

So I may or may not have fibroids, but they’re not really dangerous anyway–especially if they’re tiny. And I am happily and healthily pregnant. And finally comfortable enough to announce it!

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