Second Trimester and other lemon-y goodness.

So this week, we had our 14-week visit with senor doctor, and the husband and I were quite excited about the possibility of maybe finding out Little Swimmy's gender. So, I had a nice balanced breakfast of pizza lean pocket (don't judge me) and a big ol' glass of orange juice. A friend at work told me that a little O.J. goes a long way to making baby wiggle and (hopefully) spread his or her legs so we could tell what gender s/he is.

Unfortunately for us, there was no ultrasound. Baby is big enough to hear his or her heartbeat via doppler, and evidently it's not good practice to ultrasound unnecessarily. Good medical advice, annoying for Mom and Dad (that's us- still sounds so weird to say). The O.J. did the trick though because Little Swimmy was a-wriggling all over my tummy this morning. Felt a little bad for the woman cause she had to keep jostling the doppler to a fro to get a heartbeat.

Swimmy is growing at an amazing rate. S/he is now the size of a lemon! That's a far cry from the grain of rice s/he was only 8 weeks ago. It's seriously amazing to think about. Mom is growing too- still not really showing- mostly looking like I should lay off the donuts. I have gained 5 pounds since becoming pregnant. Sigh. Am now officially the heaviest I've ever been. Like, in my entire life. I have to keep reminding myself the reason why I'm gaining weight. I'm eating well, and not totally porking out, and the doctor says my weight gain is very normal. Now I just need to learn to quit beating myself up about it. Easier said than done, I assure you.

We will have our second trimester (!!) ultrasound on October 27, and at that time, they will check to make sure all Swimmy's pieces parts are in order and functioning, and (hopefully) they will be able to tell what gender our little peanut is too.

Lastly, I think I might have felt Swimmy flutter yesterday. I can't be 100% sure (given that I've nothing to compare the feeling to), but it wasn't a hunger pang, and it wasn't gas. It was this weird feeling like a fish was in my stomach, swimming up against my insides. Weird but amazing. I can't wait til the husband can feel Swimmy moving from the outside.

Just peachy- week 13

I am woefully behind in the wide world of blogging. And dear reader(s), I apologize. (Are there more than one of you anyway? I've no idea, frankly. I could very well just be writing for myownself).

Well, in this week 13, I am starting to have a wee bit o' baby bump. I will officially be done with my first trimester on Saturday, and I am quite thrilled! Less risk! More chances of meeting my little peanut! In other news, morning sickness appears to be well behind me, and (joy of joys) I am starting to feel less tired all the time. Huzzah to feeling like myself again! Woot!

In little swimmy's life, things are a-changing like nobody's business. Swimmy is starting to be able to make noise, and his or her reflexes are starting to work. Swimmy can open and close his or her little hands, and apparently, he or she will respond should I poke and prod my abdomen (don't worry, I won't). Swimmy's about the size of a peach this week, which still seems really small, but he or she will begin growing by leaps and bounds during the second trimester.

As far as I go, there is definitely more of me to love at this point. My belly is starting to bulge out, and although I haven't really gained too much weight, my clothes are getting exceptionally snug in the waist-al region. Like cutting off circulation to my brain wish I had a larger size sort of snug. Sigh. Yet, maternity clothes are just still too big for me. Methinks it's time to invest in the belly band. It's basically just the bottom of a camisole and you wear it over your button and zipper area of your pants so that you don't have to button or zip your drawers to keep them up. So, yeah. Target, here I come.

In other news, we have our next prenatal visit next Wednesday, and I am so excited to see little Swimmy next week. How I love visiting with little Swimmy.