This weeks size: Spaghetti Squash
Question of the week: Isn't even a question!
Something new I learned this week: people can get stretch marks in weird places...
This past Friday was our 22 week anniversary. The little princess has stretched out to a full length spaghetti squash and has been busy dancing her tiny heart out.
Prego bikini shot?! What won't I do for a cookie these days...?
Got a little captain in me...?
Her movements are becoming more regular and she seems to be figuring out a schedule of her own. That same day, this past Friday, we were all hanging out by the pool - Mommy, daddy, doggy and grandparents - I was sitting on the edge of the pool with my feet dangling in the cool water when.......poke.....kick.....I saw for the first time how my belly twitched! So far I had only been able to feel her exercising; but now I saw it!! She's getting stronger every day - see! And they tell you chocolate is bad for you; jealous liars!!!
We had our anatomy photo shoot last week at Sutter Tracy Community Hospital where an ultrasound technician and her intern took about 20-30 pictures of all parts of the dancing queen. There was a brain - check - four chambers of the heart - check - kneecaps - check - and down the list they went. We even saw her doing the cannonball; pretty funny stuff.
We got to keep these two as a souvenir:
The head is to the left (sideways) and the bottom one has her shins on the right...
Oh; note to people who decorate waiting rooms at Sutter Tracy Community Hospital, please write this down: When you ask a pregnant woman to consume at least three large glasses of water, half an hour before her appointment; then forbid her to use the restroom and maker her wait - even though she's got an appointment! - it is NOT a good idea to decorate the walls of the waiting room with pictures and paintings of lakes, streams and waterfalls!!! NOT helping!!! Are you for real??!!! That's the sort of genius stuff my hard earned tax dollars go to?! Jeeeez...
One more thing while I'm all fired up: this goes to all strangers who always think they know what's best for everyone else (stop reading self-help books!); especially if you've never even been pregnant (!): According to what scale to you judge the size of my belly? I don't mind comments here and there but do NOT roll your eyes, give me that look and say: "4 1/2 months?! You are too tiny!" or "4 1/2 months?! You are this big already?!" The fact that those comments are about half-half proves that they are completely worthless. On a more positive note: glad to see they have all moved on from the never ending "is it a boy or a girl?".
The other night at work Mama-Taxi a.k.a. Master Splinter (sounds odd, pretty normal stuff in my job though) shuffled up to me, squinted at my belly over the rim of her little-old-woman-glasses, then pushed my arm out of the way and asked with her Vietnamese accent: "You , baby?". I say yes. "Oooooh", she said while her wrinkly little forehead flattened in amazement. She then forcefully spun me towards her, patted my belly in a few spots with the palm of her hand and firmly stated: "Boy, huh...?". I smiled and tried to correct her: "No, Mamie, it's a girl." Her wrinkles came back just as fast as they had disappeared a moment earlier, then she took a tiny wobbly step backwards, gave me a slightly evil look that seemed to say: I didn't ASK you, I'm TELLING you!, then poked my belly one more time and said in a Cesar "tssst" kind of way; "NO! boy!". I just smiled at her and asked: "You sure...?" That seemed to satisfy her, she got a content look and softly and slowly said: "Yeah.....". And that was that. Why do I pay for health insurance every month if I could just conduct polls at work? We sure got plenty of little old Asian women with strong believes and ancient techniques.
Although I would have loved to be right (with my boy dream from a couple of months ago), simply for the fact of being right; I hope Dr. Nguyen is right and it's a girl. Awwww, pink and butt-ruffles!!!
So while our baby has been busy kicking & throwing punches, and strangers have been handing out opinions about the inappropriate size of my belly; I have added the first pair of slacks to my CTNLF-pile (=clothes that no longer fit), watched my inny grow to a flatty (yup they exist) and scratched my head over the fact that one can get stretch marks on the inside of one's knee.......now that's a Snapple fact for ya!
