What if?

We'd decided after the whole ultrasound debacle we went through before, that we were done with ultrasounds. We know we're having a girl now, and we're done looking. At least I thought. But now out of nowhere I'm starting to get really anxious and nervous that maybe they missed something at that last ultrasound. Yes, the hour-long ultrasound that included me, both moms, an ultrasound tech and a trainee. I know any one of us would have seen something between those legs as many times as I had her check, but I'm still thinking what if?? They say that after 24 weeks gestation it's hard to tell gender anymore because the baby starts running out of room and gets more balled up in there. So my window of time to get one last look is shrinking daily! Yesterday I emailed the place that told us it was a boy to inform them it was really a girl. I'm hoping they email me back and say "come on in for free!" Still waiting. I'm just thinking about all of those horror stories where the parents planned for a girl and out came a baby boy on the big day! Think of all the weeks we could have been prepping. Yep, I think I might need one more ultrasound to set my mind at ease. I hope I won't (but know that I will) be this neurotic the rest of this poor child's life.

Half Way There!

We're 20 weeks in! It's amazing how quickly we've gotten here. I swear the beginning of the pregnancy moved sooo slowly, and now, I can't keep up with it all. Here's the comparison pics between 4 weeks (when we found out) and now... 5 months!

Spidey Senses Gone Wrong

I've had the most incredible sense of smell since becoming pregnant. I can identify whether the Cheerios the person 3 cubicles over is eating are plain or honey nut. I can tell if the person that just entered the building 50 yards away is a smoker or not. For some reason the candle that the lady across the hall has always smells like cat pee to my new nose, and the new fragrance that comes out of the bathroom odor eliminator smells like flowery poo to me, even when I know no poo has been there. Bleh. I do not work in the best environment to be super sensitive to smell. Today was no exception to that rule. I saw a woman today who smelled so strongly like a dog kennel to me that it was completly overwhelming. I tried the ol' fragrant-lotion-on-the-hand trick to try and drown it out to no avail. I ended up dry heaving in front of the poor, smelly lady 3 or 4 times before I had to leave the room. I tried to explain to her that I was pregnant and I don't think she caught on to how offended I was by her odor, but I couldn't finish helping her. I had to have someone else take over. I feel so bad/rude that I almost lost it in front of her and I'm still super embarrassed that I couldn't control my vom-reflex this far into the game. Does this last until birth, or can I look forward to normal senses sometime soon? I see way too many less-than-clean parents and children in my line of work to spend another 20 weeks heaving at the first sign of poor hygeine.

4XL or Size 4 Maternity??

The person who made the genius decision to put the big lady section and the maternity section together in every store is a skinny, childless bitch. What woman wants to discover that her everyday size is bigger than a 8 month pregnant woman? And I held up a size 18W pair of pants today unknowingly, and thought eh, maybe. Not what I needed since I was shopping because I only have 2 pair of pants that actually fit anymore! Holy hormones!

Surprise!

Well, I went to the hospital for the REAL ultrasound today and SURPRISE, IT'S A GIRL!! I made the poor lady look between those little legs a million times, seriously, like 30 minutes before I would believe her. I can't scan the ultrasound pics in here, but I'll try on Monday. Here's some belly pics for you though! Oh, and for any of you thinking about buying something... neither one of us are big fans of pink... maybe purple or teal or something? We're terrified to think of the pepto-closet we're destined to have.

Clothes clothes everywhere and not a thing to wear!

It's amazing how things that I once would not be caught dead in, look just fine to me now that nothing else fits. Turns out holding on to that sweater I got as a gift 2 years ago (mostly because I was too lazy to return it) was a good move. All of my work clothes looked ridiculous on me this morning (my tummy showed up out of nowhere overnight!!) so anything that covers the bump will now be considered cute in my book. I'm now starting to understand the origin of "mom jeans." Let's hope my situation never gets that serious.

Yummy

I had a bowl of frosted mini wheats and half a jar of pickles for dinner. Mmm.