Okay, so pregnancy can be kinda boring in the beginning. There was literally nothing to report. I went for an u/s every two weeks for a while. The RE released me and there were tears. I had a minor panic around 11 weeks. The RE's office was primarily responsible for weaning me off PIO and the other drugs and around 11 weeks and I spotted a teeny tiny amount. I freaked out and they saw me for one last comfort u/s to reassure me that all was well. It's been obnoxiously smooth sailing. No morning sickness to comfort me. My sister who had such a horrible case of morning sickness asked me if I had been sick at all and I enthusiastically said yes. I told her that I had to throw something away outside and opened the big garbage can and the odor of the cat litter wafted up and I ended up gagging in the front yard. She hung up on me. Can't say that I really blame her. She lost 20+ pounds the first three months of her pregnancy.
Two weeks ago I had a nuchal translucency test. It was so fun, but Paul had to travel so I took my mom. She was so happy. We have great pictures of the baby moving, sitting with crossed legs, a fist, and lots more. The u/s tech was cooing and saying what a beautiful baby we had. Then my mom started oohing and aahing over the baby saying what a cute baby it was and my honest reaction was "are we looking at the same baby?" It was starting to look like a baby indeed but I don't know that I can call it cute. I certainly love that baby more than I ever thought possible but not quite cute. Not yet anyway. As a result of that u/s I have officially named the baby. As s/he still looks like an alien and I live in New Mexico I have named this little one Roswell. We're awfully excited about Roswell's arrival.
I have been getting increasingly cranky and my poor mother and husband have been so very confused. Fortunately my mother has been pregnant and was more easily able to decipher my crankiness. It was the tight pants. I have been a little disillusioned about this pregnancy and what to expect. I expected because I am tall that I would start to barely show at 7 months along and have an adorable little bump by the time it came to deliver. Upon delivering I would wear my regular clothes home. Yeah. Go ahead and laugh. Unrealistic I know but a girl can hope. I'm getting thick. No bump, just a muffin top when I put on my jeans. My official word is that I have a burrito belly and am lacking a baby bump. Hopefully, this muffin top will turn into a baby bump sometime soon.
The news that I have been neglecting to write about because I was afraid it would jinx things is we have decided to move. We are building a new house and started the process a few months ago. We are watching the new house go up and getting more and more nervous about selling our current one. As I'm sure you've heard, the market is not the best. After three weeks on the market we sold our house this past weekend. We are scheduled to close in January and the new house will be done in February. I feel like I can start to be really excited about the new house now.
We're heading out to the Midwest for the holidays and I'm sure I'll have plenty to say about the family that will hopefully provide some entertainment for all of you.
