Our graduation present was an amazing last ultrasound - it really took my breath away. Our little Eggy is in there doing Zumba by the looks of things...I could not believe how much that little person is moving around in there! It is too bizarre to me that I can't feel all that movement. I mean, s/he was kicking, flipping, turning, stretching, and possibly doing some light calesthenics, and I can't feel a damn thing. How in god's name is that possible!?!? I keep waiting for the "bubbles" feeling that people have described those first movements as, but so far all my "bubbles" just end up being gas or morning sickness (big letdown there.) We got to see the little profile with her/his cute little nose and chin, and could see little fingers and toes. Again, it boggles my mind that in two short weeks we went from Gummy Bear Baby to Looks Like an Actual Human Creature Baby. It was fun to see how active Eggy is in his/her little uterine swimming pool...
In other news, I'm still varmiting on a regular basis. So that's pretty sweet I guess. The doctor promised me today that I should start having more good days than bad days soon, and if that doesn't start happening quick I'm going to burn his house down (this is all in stark contrast to that first paragraph about how much I love and appreciate him, no?)
I still don't think I've gained any weight, but I do have a little baby bump rocking up front. My skin feels very tight and I'm having some pain from ligament stretching, but I would definitely put myself in the "popped" category at this point. I've gotten a few looks from strangers, that look that says, "I'm pretty sure you might be pregnant, but there's still just enough of a question that I'm not going to say anything in fear that this encounter could turn into a horrible, awkward, and offensively painful moment for us both." I'm still praying to the stretch mark gods that I'm going to be one of those lucky ladies that gets free and clear without any stretchies. I'm slathering on the stretch mark cream like it's my life force. Get back to me in about 6 months and we'll see if the belly butter saved my preshus skins.
The best news (aside, of course, from a healthy, happy, and active two inch baby) is that it is officially summer break! Now we have three months to kick back, relax, and watch me get fat. Our 1 year wedding anniversary will be a month from now as well. Somehow I don't think I'm going to be able to squeeze into the ol' wedding dress for a little moment of reminicing...
And to finish things off, a belly picture and 11 week survey:
Eight Weeks....
...11 weeks. A little progress!
How far along?: 11 weeks, 2 days
Weight gain?: I don't think any yet (Famous last words.)
Maternity Clothes: A few tops, but the jeans/shorts are still alive and well with the good old Belly Band. That little stretchy piece of elastic is a damned life saver I tell ya!
Stretch Marks?: Cocoa buttering the hell outta everything made of skin on my person. So far, so safe.
Sleep?: Not bad, other than having to get up to pee a few times a night.
Sleep?: Not bad, other than having to get up to pee a few times a night.
Food cravings?: Lemonade!! I may or may not have drank 6 quarts since last Satuday...(Please refer to the "Sleep" answer for possible ramifications of this newest craving)
Belly Button?: Perhaps a bit wider than I remember previously, but still an innie (phew.)
Gender: Neither Nick or I have any ideas as to whether we're cooking a boy or a girl Eggy. We call it "he" usually, but just because it's easier. My friends and family are split down the middle in the boy vs. girl debate. My paras went through a few of the wives tales trying to predict gender, and the overall consensus was "boy". Not sure how accurate swinging a ring over my belly is in the whole gender prediction arena, though.
What I miss the most?: Not barfing or feeling like I'm on the verge of barfing every morning. Boo you morning sickness. Boo you straight to the depths of hell.
What I'm looking forward to?: Getting through our 1st trimester safely!! Just 5 more days! :)