I'm happy to say that I've been able to feel Baby Bean moving around in there for a few weeks now. I eagerly awaited the first time it happened, reading all of the sections of the books that described what it should feel like. Most of them describe it as "fluttering, like butterflies". Well, I'm not ashamed to admit that I was so excited when I finally felt it! I thought, hey, there it is! And it turned out that really, it was just gas (pregnancy has made me gassier than a 12 year-old-boy, and I say that with pride, because I married a pretty gassy man!). What a letdown! However, I was rewarded for my little fake-out pretty quickly, and now feel the baby move pretty regularly. While I can feel Bean, Brandon hasn't been able to...the little movements still aren't strong enough to be felt from the outside. I know he's been dying to feel the baby, and I'm excited for when he'll be able to do so on a regular basis.
Last Sunday, we had a cookout with some friends in honor of Memorial Day. Everyone got to partake in lots of hot dogs (which I'm not eating...too many nitrates and nitrites), hamburgers (which I'm not eating...I don't like them!), and beer (which I'm not drinking...no explanation needed), so I decided to live on the edge with a veggie burger and a caffeine-free Coke. I'm not really a big pop drinker (or soda drinker, for those of you that will make fun of me for saying pop), but every once in a while, I DIE for it. Some poor, unfortunate man was walking down the hall at work with a Coke in his hand, and I pretty much almost knocked him down, stole if from him, and chugged it. So I decided I should probably see if I could find some of the caffeine-free kind, before I assaulted someone over theirs. It took me four stores, but I finally found it, and it tastes so good! :-) So judge me if you want, but yes, sometimes I drink Coke, WHILE PREGNANT! And Sunday was one of those days. I quickly realized that Baby Bean either 1) really likes all the sugar that's in Coke, and jumps around a lot because he or she is happy and hyper, or 2) really dislikes all the sugar that's in Coke, and jumps around a lot because he or she is p.o.'ed at me for pumping him or her full of the stuff. Either way, Bean gave me a couple really hard jabs, that I could feel not only from the inside, but from the outside when my hand was on my tummy. So we commenced Operation Pump-Bean-Full-of-Coke-So Brandon-Can-Feel yesterday afternoon, and I'm happy to report, that after drinking an entire can of Coke in about ten minutes, Brandon got to feel one pretty solid kick (or punch, but we're probably dealing with a little soccer player), right into the palm of his hand! He was happy, I was happy, and the Bean was hyper :-)
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
A Very Late Update
So, when I started this blog, I promised to try and be as current and timely with updates as possible. Well, I stink at it! It's been ages since the last update, and while, for the most part, nothing too, too big has happened, we did have one pretty significant event that took place in the last several weeks...THE ultrasound! After weeks of waffling back and forth over whether or not we wanted to know the sex of the baby, Brandon and I decided that ultimately YES! We did want to know! So we eagerly awaited our ultrasound appointment scheduled for May 16 (wow, I really am behind!) to find out if we would be having a little boy or a little girl. Let me just say that we'd kind of set this as a mark on the wall. We'd discussed names and had a short listing for each gender, but hadn't really thought much farther than that. We'd looked at bedding and nursery décor, but hadn't really put too much work in--all because we were waiting to find out what we'd be having.
Despite all of our anticipation for the big day, we quickly learned our first parenting lesson, even before our baby arrived--sometimes, mom and dad's best laid plans don't agree with baby. After 40 minutes with the ultrasound tech, she finally announced to us that there was no way she could tell us if Baby Bean was a boy or a girl, as he or she had his or her little legs crossed tightly THE WHOLE TIME. Let me take a short time out to say, that in the great, grand scheme of things, this is not really that big of a deal. Based on all the information our doctors have, our baby looks healthy. He or she has two arms and two legs, ten fingers and ten toes. We can see the right number of eyes and ears and chambers of the heart. He or she has a strong heartbeat, is measuring correctly, and likes to wiggle around. Also, as my mother is quick to point out, women have been having babies for thousands of years without knowing the gender ahead of time! So, all things considered, if this is the biggest bump in our pregnancy road, it's one I'd happily take. Despite all of this, I'll admit, Brandon and I were a bit lost at the end of our appointment. We weren't really sure how to proceed, especially when the ultrasound tech told us we probably wouldn't have another scheduled ultrasound where we could check for the gender again. It was looking like we'd have to throw in the towel and start shopping for gender neutral items, but then...Dr. Owens came through! She promised us another ultrasound tacked on to our next appointment, so maybe we'll be able to see the baby's gender. Of course, we've learned that just because Dr. Owens, mom, and dad want something does not mean that Baby Bean will cooperate...so we'll see what happens. The appointment and ultrasound are scheduled for the 20th of June. I hope to be able to let you all know if we'll be seeing pink or blue after that...but if Bean is still modest and stubborn, it might be time to admit defeat...and start painting the nursery yellow! :-)
Despite all of our anticipation for the big day, we quickly learned our first parenting lesson, even before our baby arrived--sometimes, mom and dad's best laid plans don't agree with baby. After 40 minutes with the ultrasound tech, she finally announced to us that there was no way she could tell us if Baby Bean was a boy or a girl, as he or she had his or her little legs crossed tightly THE WHOLE TIME. Let me take a short time out to say, that in the great, grand scheme of things, this is not really that big of a deal. Based on all the information our doctors have, our baby looks healthy. He or she has two arms and two legs, ten fingers and ten toes. We can see the right number of eyes and ears and chambers of the heart. He or she has a strong heartbeat, is measuring correctly, and likes to wiggle around. Also, as my mother is quick to point out, women have been having babies for thousands of years without knowing the gender ahead of time! So, all things considered, if this is the biggest bump in our pregnancy road, it's one I'd happily take. Despite all of this, I'll admit, Brandon and I were a bit lost at the end of our appointment. We weren't really sure how to proceed, especially when the ultrasound tech told us we probably wouldn't have another scheduled ultrasound where we could check for the gender again. It was looking like we'd have to throw in the towel and start shopping for gender neutral items, but then...Dr. Owens came through! She promised us another ultrasound tacked on to our next appointment, so maybe we'll be able to see the baby's gender. Of course, we've learned that just because Dr. Owens, mom, and dad want something does not mean that Baby Bean will cooperate...so we'll see what happens. The appointment and ultrasound are scheduled for the 20th of June. I hope to be able to let you all know if we'll be seeing pink or blue after that...but if Bean is still modest and stubborn, it might be time to admit defeat...and start painting the nursery yellow! :-)
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