a long overdue update

Life has been busy over here in the babypants household.    Everything is feeling like it is in the final crunch before the holidays hit.   We are all doing really well however.   H’s finger is getting more and more mobility, and I still don’t love work and I am insanely busy but on the upside I am less sick by the day which is good because I am tired of throwing up on the sidewalk, in the grocery store and in my office (somehow it is okay to throw up at home).   

I am sorry it has been so long.    I don’t know exactly why – I think it boils down to the fact that I am not comfortable blogging about being pregnant yet.    Sure I can talk about mucus and shots and vaginal wandings.  I am just feeling less comfortable about blogging about the happiness and fear I am feeling right now.  And the big thing is that  I am ready for some more of my Internet friends – yes that is you – to be pregnant.   I am determined to push through my pregnant writing block and my first real effort is below.

We had an appointment with our midwife.    That is right she is our midwife now.   You might remember that we met with a different one and just did not like her as much so then I had a phone conversation with this one.     My gut feeling was right.    She is a much better fit for us.    The downside of her is that we waited forever (okay only 3 hours) to meet with her this week.    She was good in a way because her assistant came out and told us to go get something to eat – but still 3 hours is a long time.   It was however worth the wait – we went through an extensive medical history and she let us ask tons of questions.   She was certainly not rushing us which was really nice.   She asked us if we wanted to do any of the genetic testing. (Which we had debated and ultimately decided not to do; however a week ago I said to H “so are you thinking that you want to the Nuchal scan?  Knowing full well that she did not – but I have had an itching feeling to see this baby so H. said why don’t we get the Nuchal not so much for the results but so you can see the baby.” )    I explained this all to her and she said that she would see if her back up OB could fit us in for a ultrasound that afternoon.     I really liked her flexible attitude and she is completely un-alarmist.   A great example of this is that she wanted to hear Sprout’s heartbeat with the Doppler but before she started she said “it is possible that we might not hear the heartbeat okay, and it is not something to freak out about because we will get you an ultrasound today and that is very normal at 13 weeks.”     I have to say listening to our baby’s heartbeat for the first time was really emotional – I think even more then seeing the baby on the ultrasound.    I love LOVE that wooshing sound.    I can’t wait to hear it again.     We did get squeezed in to have an ultrasound, I am really happy that we did.    We were able to meet her back up OB who is one of the OB’s on the Busines.s of Being Bor.n.    He is great – he was cracking jokes and but also really listening to the questions that we asked.    Sprout is in a word: beautiful.   I was crying when we heard Sprout’s heartbeat but I was in awe when we had the ultrasound.   Sprout is active.   S/he was dancing in there and we were able to see its whole little body.   What impressed me so much was its spine and ribcage; so little and perfect.  

All in all it was a really great appointment.   I think I was excited or relieved or hopefully I had my last bout of morning sickness (why do they call it that???) because as we left the midwife’s building I throw up while in the middle of crossing a street in midtown Manhattan.    All of a sudden I just lost it.   There was a group of teenagers that was on the other side of the street who were at first saying ewww… but then I think they thought I was alone (because H. had ran to get me a napkin) and two of the girls asked me if they could help me in anyway.   It was really nice.    I told them I was pregnant and both of them said simultaneously “that sucks” - it is my best morning sickness story yet.    Certainly better then throwing up by myself in a different section of midtown that was so crowded it was hard to walk and having uppity women stare at me like I was a town drunk who was throwing up in to planters as apposed to the pregnant lady I am who was throwing up in planters.  

In other pregnancy related news I can not button my regular pants and I am not loving the bell.a band.   Everything I wear with it just falls off and I am always standing up in front of a large group of people when that happens.    It is embarrassing.     I have a new found love of maternity clothes and have been using the bell.a when necessary to hold up the too big maternity clothes.    By the way, we all should be able to wear maternity jeans and I completely see why people do not want to go back to regular jeans.      I am working up to doing belly shots.    I promised Olive I would.    I will, I am just working up to it.  In the meantime here is Sprout: the 1st  is the profile (which we have been lovingly calling Sprout’s duck bill) and the 2nd is Sprout’s back.