A belly shot in the mirror at my in-law’s, Thanksgiving day, 16 weeks exactly.
Here I am, hanging out at 17 weeks plus, and not feeling regular movement. This bothers me. Even though I know why (I have an anterior placenta this time), it still bothers me. I guess after you’ve experienced loss, sometimes it’s hard not to worry. Throw in the fact that I’m a constant worrier by nature, and there you go. I honestly do pretty well not thinking about it most of the time. But then I do feel soft movement – like the little pitter patters I felt when I sat down to type this post – and I think, “Why can’t I feel this all the time?” It is getting more frequent, perhaps once a day. But by now, I’m usually feeling a lot of movement all day. I just have to be patient.
The children are being very sweet about the baby. Asher comes up to me several times a day and asks, “Can I hug your baby?” Always “your baby,” not “the baby.” I think it’s adorable. And he really wants to hug my belly right where the baby is, not me. He doesn’t wrap his arms around my lower belly, but rather wraps his arms around my bump, with his arms making a circle around my front belly. Only the baby gets a hug, not me.
I am feeling much better on the nausea front, finally. I still get nauseous once every few days, but it’s not bad at all. Mostly I’m still dealing with headaches. They’re coming every couple of days still, and they’re brutal. But it’s better than once every other day, or even every day, so I can see that there’s progress.
We will be doing a 20 week ultrasound and finding out the gender, so I’m very excited about that! Can’t wait to know if it’s a boy or girl. I’m thinking girl, but I’m notoriously wrong about these types of things, so probably it’s a boy. I will be thrilled either way, but the girls will be disappointed if it’s a boy. Mostly, though, they just want a little baby to hold and mother, so they have admitted that even a boy will be pretty awesome.