No big news yet, except that he/she is really in there. It's so wierd to me to hear the heartbeat of someone I can't feel yet. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday which was (thankfully!) VERY routine. I've had a couple of not-so-routine visits during this pregnancy, the details of which I won't bore you, but it was great to finally get down to the mundane part of the pregnancy visits.
Baby's heartbeat was 166 and the nurse found it immediately. It is so silly, but I always get nervous when they bring in the doppler. Especially since I have actually begun to feel as though I might survive. I'm still pretty fatigued, but I haven't felt sick in 6 (count 'em) days. WOOHOO! Up until last Thursday I had not had a sick free day since week 6.
We find out what we are having on March 20th at 8:00am. Emory stills calls baby a "baby sister" but that's completely my fault. I'm convinced we'll have nothing but girls. Guess we'll see soon enough, huh? Potential names, you ask? We're that type of couple who have their children named before they are even conceived (not like others I know who wait until hospital dishcarge, AHEM!). If baby is a boy his name will be Ethan Benedict; Ethan because my husband likes the name and Benedict is his father's name. If baby is a girl, then Murryn Elizabeth it will be. Murryn is a name my husband has liked for years and Elizabeth is my middle name, as well as my mother's middle name. We thought we'd keep the tradition going.
I think I may have felt baby move once or twice but that was a couple of days ago. Nothing lately. And, apparently I'm big. Dr. McKenzie's exact words when he measured me were, "You are really popping out there big and fast this time. But, I told you that would happen this time around." Apparently, once your uterus knows what it is doing, it gets the job done more quickly.
The biggest difference in this pregnancy than that of Emory's is my fears and my cravings. With Emory I was terrified of losing the baby. Not that I'm not concerned at some level about that, but it isn't always present in my thoughts. With this baby I am more afraid of being put on bed rest and therefore missing my last few months of having Emory all to myself. I feel my time with her is slipping away and I want to soak up every minute of it before my attention is divided. And my cravings? I can not get enough fruits and vegetables. BUT, they have to be raw. No cooked veggies for me, please. I could eat my weight in salad these days. I never knew you could over-eat salad enough to be uncomfortable, but I have. And fruit is oh-so-good... especially MELONS! I can't get enough cantaloupe, honeydew, or watermelon. When I was pregnant with Emory I couldn't stand vegetables and stuffed myself full of carbs every chance I got. Sadly, it does not seem to have a big difference in my weight gain this time around. I think I'm an easy gainer. I'm doing what I can, but we'll see in the end, huh?