I have gained 8 pounds in one month. That is roughly 2 pounds per week and trust me, I can feel the difference between this month and last. I am going into my 26th week and have gained a total of 15 pounds. Pretty good considering that BB is already well over a pound and a half himself and over 12 inches long! Of course, the chocolate covered Dove ice-cream bars that I have been eating on occasion has surely contributed to this gain as well. But, they make BB happy so I have to eat them .
This week I had another ultrasound and I also had my monthly doctor’s visit. The ultrasound was great because I was finally able to confirm what I have been saying for the last month and a half. I do have an active and accomplished samurai / acrobat in my belly. The ultrasonographer could not stop laughing during the appointment because BB was putting on such a show! He would do 360 degree turns both sideways and forwards for the entire ½ hour that I was there. So, my perception that I have a baby that is continuously kicking the crap out of my insides is true – I witnessed it on the screen first hand. In addition, BB successfully showed us that he is all boy. About midway through the appointment, he reached down and grabbed his wee-wee. I think he just wanted to remind me that he is full of testosterone! We both had a great chuckle. The sonogram went well and they were able to get all of the appropriate measurements they needed. The ultrasonographer said that in her opinion we have a very healthy and VERY active baby that is developing. Before leaving, she told me to get plenty of rest over the next several months because if her predictions are correct, I am not going to get very much rest after his arrival! Matt and I keep asking ourselves if it is possible that BB could be more active than Harper. I think we are going to have our hands full and constantly be entertained for the next 18 years and beyond!
My doctor’s appointment went very well, too. BB’s heart rate is strong, my blood pressure is great and I am still feeling good given the circumstances. Dr. Sharp did give us a wake up call that this appointment was our last one before I enter my third and final trimester….. UGH – where has time gone! I have one more monthly appointment and then I start seeing the doctor every other week. He also reminded us that, although rare, premature labor can happen and we are entering the time where the baby can live outside of the womb. So, he slipped us the phone number to the University of Utah’s Labor and Deliver along with signs and symptoms to be aware of for premature labor. Although I don’t anticipate needing it anytime soon, I still input it into my cell phone memory just in case.
In ending this week, I wanted to share my most recent embarrassing moment that may or may not be related to pregnancy. But, I would like to think I would be more careful in a “normal” state of mind. Yesterday, I went to our work cafeteria to order a grilled ham and cheese and french fries with fry sauce. (For those of you who do not live in Utah you will probably be saying what the heck is “fry sauce”? Well it is a concoction that Utahans eat with their fries, instead of ketchup, that is pretty damn tasty. When you first move here, you swear that you will never eat it, but ten years later you travel outside of the state and wonder why the rest of the country hasn’t picked up on what a great combo fry sauce is with French fries – it is simply a half and half pinkish mixture of mayonnaise and ketchup that is used for dipping. In some “specialty” restaurants, BBQ sauce and mayo might be used – which is just as tasty.) Sorry for the digression but I thought it warranted an explanation.
Anyway, while waiting on my fries and sandwich I pumped heaping portions of fry sauce into two dipping cups. Once I got my plate, I placed the filled dipping cups on top of my food and headed out to the tables to salt my fries before returning to my office. When I had gone about 10-15 yards to a table to get the salt, two gentleman got my attention from across the room. They said “mam you have fry sauce dripping all down the front of you.” When I looked down, I wanted to laugh, cry and crawl under a table at the same time. Sure enough, I had this pinkish mixture dripping from my belly to my shoes and there was a flow coming from my plate only adding to the current mess. As I tried to keep my composure and get myself cleaned up, another gentleman had gotten up from his seat and was cleaning up the trail of fry sauce that I had left from the cash register to where I was standing. It was everywhere!!!!….. I had this thought that people were probably staring and thinking “the poor pregnant girl – look how clumsy. I guess that is what she deserves for feeding her unborn baby such an “un-nutritionally” balanced meal.”
Once I was able to get myself and the floor cleaned up (with the help of the very nice gentleman), I rushed back to my office to hide. I felt like the biggest, pregnant, messiest slob! I convinced myself that this would have never happened if I weren’t pregnant – and it probably wouldn’t have because I don’t think I could have ever been hungry enough to order food from our yucky cafeteria and I wouldn’t have been greedy enough to try and fill both of my 2 tablespoon dipping cups with 1/3 cups of fry sauce each! Oh well, this is what happens when you are pregnant – food is so enticing that you are oblivious when it is dripping all down your front. You only have one thing on your mind – “I’m starving and when can I eat?” – your dignity seems to be an afterthought!
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