Big news around here – we had our 20 week anatomical scan yesterday, and because of our wonderful friends watching our children, Jason was able to go. The baby looks great, measuring standard for everything, and it’s a BOY! Asher is thrilled (“I said it was going to be a boy, and it IS!”) and the girls seem just fine. They really just want a little baby to hold, so the fact that it’s not a girl didn’t seem to bother them too much.
(Unfortunately, Ellery and Callan puked in the van on the way home from our friends’ house last night, and continued doing so throughout the evening, so it was a bit of an interesting day, emotionally. My stomach is still not back to normal, unfortunately. I miss eating…)
Today, as I was lying on my bed, moaning and whining from my stomach pain, I realized that the baby was kicking up a storm. A storm that I could feel from the exterior, not just the interior. This is notable because I have an anterior placenta, and it took a long time for me to feel strong movement this time. Like, I just started feeling it regularly within the past week. It was very discouraging. But today, I grabbed the closest kid (“Ellery! Come here!”) and put her hand on my abdomen. She gave me a big grin as she felt three strong kicks before she ran off to resume whatever I interrupted her from doing. (She feels better today, thankfully.) So she became the first to feel the baby kick from the outside. Maya came over and tried, and she felt one or two light kicks before the baby was done. Jason was too late; Baby was asleep. But I have faith that he’ll get a chance soon.
Hurray for healthy babies; boo for intestinal distress.