*Pregnancy, pregnancy, pregnancy, pregnancy, blah, blah, blah. You’ve been warned.*
I am so excited to have four straight days to relax and try to recover some energy this weekend. When I originally proposed this idea to Hubby, he wanted to drive to a neighboring state to visit a national park, but after seeing how exhausted I’ve been the last two weekends, he rethought that notion and decided we should stick closer to home. So instead, we’re going to make a totally geeked-out road trip on Saturday (we live in a very science-y state), and I’m going to spend the rest of the weekend on the couch.
I had ultrasound #4 this morning, and after last week’s freak-out about the heart rate, I was super nervous. But everything went fine. Baby looks good and has developed arm and leg buds. The heart rate was much higher, which chilled me out almost completely. I don’t know why, but in my head, today was a huge milestone, and we passed with flying colors. I announced the big news to my work friends this afternoon, and I’ve decided to publicly give this little one a nickname (at least, for the purposes of this blog): Thumper.
I know it’s not terribly original, as far as nicknames go, but I have my reasons. Hubby and I have always called each other by bunny-related terms of endearment–Bunny, Honey Bunny, Bunny Cakes, Baby Bunny–and I thought it was only natural that our little one should also have a bunny-inspired name. Hubby only recently discovered the phrase “bun in the oven,” and has been using it as often as possible ever since. He even commented last night that other people have a bun; we have a bunny. Plus, with my concerns about the heart rate, Thumper seemed more than appropriate. Hopefully, one of these days, when I have a little more energy, I’ll get around to giving Thumper her own tab for u/s pics and possibly belly shots. We shall see. (And, yes, I’m referring to her as “she” because Hubby reeeeaaallly wants a girl, and I can’t bear the idea of referring to our baby as “it.”)
This week has felt like a turning point. At the end of yesterday’s anxiety-fraught therapy session, Dr. N encouraged me to make decisions based on love, rather than fear, and I realized I’ve been missing out on a lot so far during this pregnancy. Moments that I should be soaking up, ruined by worry that it’s all going to fall apart. After today’s glowing ultrasound, I feel much more ready to embrace the love, and direct it all toward little Thumper. Bad shit can go down at any point during this pregnancy or this baby’s life, but if that’s all I focus on, I’m going to be miserable. And I’m tired of being miserable.
It also helps that I’ve also been experiencing a new pregnancy symptom: what I can only describe as a “pulled muscle” just above my pubic bone. I double-checked with Dr. C today, and he assured me this was totally normal. In lieu of nausea, I’ll take what I can get.
Speaking of Dr. C, today’s appointment was yet more proof that he’s become waaayy too comfortable with me and Hubby. He high-fived me yet again, and gave Hubby a hug, which he’s never done before. After taking a few minutes to consider, I’m glad it wasn’t the other way around. A pantsless hug would have been beyond awkward. He also joked that his wife almost left him at a concert they went to last night. Not only that, but after discussing how sexy this particular musician is–with encouragement from Nurse M–he went on to say that he almost left her. That’s how sexy K.eith U.rban is, according to Dr. C. I died. And then I remembered he’d just finished sticking the trans-vag invader up my cooch two minutes before. We have a weird relationship.
I have one more appointment with him, and then I’ll be “graduating” to Dr. S, the OB. It’s going to be bittersweet. He and his staff have come to mean quite a lot to us in the years we’ve been frequenting his office. A part of me doesn’t know what I’ll do without that place.
Okay, enough with the sentimental stuff. It’s time to get my couch potato on and hibernate as much as possible for the next four days. I hope to emerge re-energized and ready to rock with this pregnancy and the rest of my life. I hope you all have a fabulous weekend ahead, however long it is!