We had our first ultrasound appointment to check on baby’s growth today.  In addition to that, I got to choke down a delicious glucose drink and get a shot in my rear.  It was a great morning.

There really isn’t too much to share about the ultrasound.  My placenta and amniotic fluid were looking good, and she is now three pounds!  She is measuring in the 64th percentile, so that is awesome.  Side note – I always had a negative association with growth charts and the word “percentile”.  When Eli was a baby, my peers would talk about what percentile their baby was in, like it was a way to brag about how gigantic they were, and Eli was always barely on the chart, if at all.  It always stung because I was trying so hard to get him to eat and grow.  Maybe I was just bitter, I don’t know.  As he has gotten older, I am not NEARLY as sensitive about the charts, or the fact that he is barely on them, since we are quite sure his short stature has to do with whatever he has going on, genetically.  (He is nine years old, and not even 48 inches tall.)  Anyway, back to today.  We had an  ultrasound tech we hadn’t seen before.  Like the other techs, she seemed surprised by the fact that the baby has Down syndrome, because she doesn’t show any text book signs.  But then, like the others, she followed that with, “there is only so much you can see on ultrasound”.  Which is true.  Eli proved that to us.

So, for now, we will just continue to have our routine visits with the midwives, and have another ultrasound in four weeks, then another four weeks after that….which seems like forever from now.  I have recently decided that I am pretty much over being pregnant.  Oh wait – What I meant to say was, “Being pregnant is so joyous and wonderful, and I have never felt so beautiful.  I wish it could last forever!!”  Never mind that popcorn falls out of my shirt and bra, when I go to change my clothes, because I was shamelessly pigging out earlier that day…Or that I have to rush to the bathroom, fearing that I am about to pee my pants, only to have an ounce of pee come out.  And who cares that I woke up in a cold sweat after having a nightmare that I went to Olive Garden, and they were out of bread sticks.  Big deal!  And really – who DOESN’T want to gain 30 pounds in 7 months?  Okay, okay.  All snarky remarks aside, being pregnant is also pretty amazing.  I do love watching my belly ripple like a water bed when she is moving around, and I do love feeling like I am already bonding with her.  I am also super thankful that we have more time to prepare for her arrival.  We are SO not ready.  haha

I will post baby updates as we have appointments, but they will be few and far between.  In the meantime, I will continue to bore you with chicken life and whatever else I feel like yapping about.  Speaking of chickens – Denise’s chicks are due to hatch sometime between tomorrow and Friday.  I am currently not feeling very confident in her, because she was jostling the eggs like crazy this afternoon, and she isn’t supposed to be doing that at this point.  We will see, I guess.  I REALLY hope she gets at least a couple babies out of this.  Stay tuned!