I'm Not Convinced
I'm still not convinced all of my I-loved-every-minute-of-pregnancy friends weren't telling outright lies all these years...or just have very selective memories. Yes, I love having my baby in my belly and can't wait to meet him or her in the spring, but I'm not sure I count myself among the blissfully maternal ones. I'm not a fan of the physical side effects despite the fact that I've been presumably lucky so far. Frankly, I'm quite irritated that I'm not supposed to be sleeping on my back anymore, can't sleep on my belly at all, and this rolling from one side to the other side all night long is just ridiculous.
I've found myself doing the "belly rub" thing that I always found very interesting among pregnant women. It's one thing to rub a giant balloon at 8 and 9 months, but I find myself doing it a lot now, at 4 months. I love knowing our little bean is in there, and there's something soothing about thinking that he or she can feel my touch. Those chances are slim, of course. It'll still be at least a couple of weeks before I can feel anything from the "inside" world.
I've completed the final bloodwork for the quad test and have to wait one more week for any preliminary news on our baby's health..or "indicators". In early January, we'll have ultrasound so the doc can do his first prenatal baby check-up...very cool indeed. Of course, at that point we'll hopefully be able to determine the baby's gender. Will it be a little football player for Trey? A future professional golfer so mom and dad can enjoy the warm, sunny, spectacular landscaping of the best golf courses...or will it be a little girl ready to put on her ballet slippers at 3 yrs old? I "feel" a girl ... but there is no scientific proof to that feeling at all.
Other than that, my appointment went well and the doc seems pleased with my progress. He laughed when I told him I don't have much of an appetite yet and was expecting to eat three rounds of a Thanksgiving feast...but only quasi-devoured one small plate at best. Shouldn't I be a raving hunger magnet by now? I fear that I'm starving the poor little bean, but I don't seem to want any more or less food than before. Even a pickle itch would be nice.
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