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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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18 Weeks Pregnant

I was really hoping I would feel this baby move earlier and more discernibly. And while I may have felt it earlier, it has been less frequent and with less strength than I remember it being with Daniel. At about 18 weeks with Daniel, Dan was even able to feel it. But we’re no where near that level with this one. I’m trying to remind myself that it’s still very early–even to be feeling movement as I do, which is usually at least once/day–and that every pregnancy is different, but I still find myself worrying that this baby is not moving enough.

We will be having our anatomy scan on January 5–which is where the doctor will, via ultrasound, check to make sure baby has all his/her organs and that they look normal. We will also try to find out baby’s gender. We have a name picked out for a girl–Kate–but are struggling to find a suitable boy’s name. We decided to wait until after the ultrasound to continue the discussion, so we know whether or not it’s even worth trying to figure out. By this time in my pregnancy with Daniel I had a pretty strong feeling that he was a boy, but I’m not having feelings either way with this one.

It seems Daniel is finally completely weaned. I’ve been telling him that the milk is all gone (because it is), and usually he denies it, saying, “Daniel thinks there is milk in there,” but he’s been coming to terms with the fact that the milk is, in fact, virtually gone. When I told him this morning that I would have milk again when the baby comes because the baby will need it, he responded, “Then Daniel can have your milks again!” I’m not opposed to letting him have some at that time if there are jealousy issues or something, but I don’t think it will come to that. He seems pretty ready to have a baby around. Every time he sees a baby these days he adores it. And we have been talking a lot about the kinds of things babies need.

I took Daniel for a walk to the Paseo (an outdoor mall a couple blocks from our house) yesterday. There happened to be a high-school orchestra playing in the main square and Daniel was mesmerized. He sat in my lap for the remainder of their concert (about 15 minutes) completely silent, eyes transfixed. He says he likes the violins best and would like to learn how to play one. At home he just plays the harmonica (he’s not too bad, actually) and the guitar. He loves to listen to Johnny Cash (and recently Social Distortion, too) singing Ring of Fire. Just about every day, he’ll say to me, “Can I have Burnin’ Ring of Fire on?”. And he’ll usually specify which version he’d like to hear. He also loves the Latino Christmas song, Mi Burrito Sabanero, which he calls the Tuki, Tuki song.

Just a few days until Christmas. May the season be full of joy and peace to everyone!

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21 Weeks Pregnant

Earlier this week, a sneak-peek at the baby via ultrasound determined that we are having a boy! We all had the feeling it was a boy and so were quite obviously excited about the confirmation. This little guy will be the 5th Daniel in our family (my father and his father are both Daniel; my husband and his father are also both Daniel). He will be named Daniel Lee Hanson III. Namesakes have become quite important in the Hanson family, and so our plans for all our children’s names include those of beloved family members.

The ultrasound showed Daniel to be progressing right on target. We were able to see all 4 chambers of his heart, the major blood vessels to his legs, his liver, kidneys, stomach, bladder, spine, etc. When we began the ultrasound, his stomach was empty, but by the end, the nutrients from my dinner had reached his stomach and it had contracted and had begun digesting them.

We’re now over the halfway hump. While the reality is exciting, the four-and-a-half months that lie ahead appear to have no end. I fantasize about holding the baby, cuddling him and having a 3-month “vacation” from work, only to be brought back to reality when day-by-day I feel over-tired and the housework never seems to be done. It seems that the days will drag on and on–especially as I grow bigger and become increasingly uncomfortable.

One of the ways I’ve been dealing with these feelings is by looking ahead to the markers on our calendar. Not only do I look forward and count down the days to our travels (a 3-day cruise to Mexico in February with Hanson Distributing Co., a 3- or 4-day trip to Boston in March for Dan’s birthday and a 5-day trip to San Antonio in April–a business trip for Dan) but I find myself looking forward to dentist appointments, midwife appointments, meetings at work, etc. Anything out-of-the-ordinary is cause for forward looking these days.

No stretch marks yet…

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