My boys take such good care of me. I'm still recovering from allergies caused by a season to which I've deeply devoted my love (why won't you love me back, Fall?) and my boys can see that I'm struggling so they're always ready with snuggles and sweet whispers. I love the way Oliver is stroking my hair, and if you look for a moment you can see that Theodore is actually holding both of my hands. I'm raising a couple of extreme softy mama's boys and there are no complaints here.
I'm late on the post today since I've been running around, and went to my monthly prenatal appointment this morning. Everything is looking good, baby's got a strong 144 BPM heart beat, and the results came back from my 12 week ultrasound. According to those measurements, which are basically never wrong that early on, and how large my tummy is measuring, my due date was adjusted from February 5th to January 30th, which is fine by me! I don't mind clocking in an extra week without having to work for it. Plus, chances are baby's birthday will be closer to where we want it this way anyway, since now it sits right in the sweet spot between my two boys birthdays. It seems like a bit of a perfectionist detail, but my obsessive compulsive heart just devours details like that.
That means I'll be 18 weeks tomorrow, which means baby will be primed and ready for the big ultrasound! I've been counting down the minutes, and can hardly contain my excitement. Tomorrow right after lunch we find out whether baby is a boy or a girl, and can cut the name pool right in half. Oliver's going to be coming along, and is almost as excited as I am, though I'm not sure he really understands what's going to be happening. He knows there's going to be a "magic" wand on Mommy's tummy, he knows he'll get to see the baby on a "TV" but the last time he was describing the procedure to someone he mentioned something about Mommy's tummy opening up, which makes me unsure about his grasp on the day. It's going to be fun, and I'll try to get a wide shot of the room with Oliver in it, but I'm not sure what the rules will be with picture taking. I'm also not sure how much of a rush we'll be in, with Theodore waiting for us with his Grandma at the McDonalds playplace next door.
I've been getting some terrible night sleeps lately, and am not really sure why. I feel like I'm plagued with strange and elaborate dreams, tossing and turning, having a hard time getting comfortable, digestive issues, having to get up to use the washroom, and allergy symptoms. And even when I feel like none of those things are bothering me, I still simply can't quite sleep right. I'm hoping for a great night tonight, as I'd love to be rested for the big day tomorrow. However I imagine a Christmas Eve scenario is far more likely. Either way, I'll be back on Monday with an update on how the day went (though I hate to break it to ya, but we probably won't be spilling the beans on baby's sex. Not yet anyway. Sorry folks!)
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