I haz a face, but I hidded it (Kilala.nl (Cailin Coilleach)) by Cailin Coilleach

As I mentioned earlier, yesterday we had an appointment for our the baby's third ultrasound. Yet again, everything seems fine though she was being very difficult and decided to hide her heart behind Marli's navel. $DEITY, she is -so- our child! ^_^

Anywho... The good news is that we caught a glimpse of her face, even though she was hiding most of it behind her arms again. But yea, she has her mother's lips :D

Posted in: baby , echo , face , ultrasound

Second echo: good stuff! (Kilala.nl (Cailin Coilleach)) by Cailin Coilleach

Wow! These modern ultrasound gizmos are amazing! It's a miracle what you can see with these things! ^_^

Friday we had our first ultrasound at the gyno at the Oudenrijn hospital. She could confirm a lot of good things :)

* We are indeed 26 weeks along.
* The baby's complete: two arms, two legs, a body and a head.
* The organs seems to be developing fine.
* She's got her mother's mouth.
* And as the previous line suggests: it's a girl! /o/

EDIT:
I realise that the above picture is quite abstract :D Let's see how far everyone'll get in decyphering it. First hint: she's lying on her back and the head's on the right side.

Posted in: baby , echo , good , pregnant , ultrasound

Debate, boss, debate! (Never melts (meef)) by jen

Note: the following newborn is 2 years old. No new newborn, sorry :)


Do they look alike?

Fluffy:


D as a newborn:
Posted in: kids , pics , ultrasound

I'm having homer simpson's baby (Never melts (meef)) by jen

Do you ever reply to comments on your own blog and then get all excited a few minutes later "ooh I have mail!!!" ... "oh.. wait."

My ultrasound this morning went fine. The tech said it was her own opinion that there was not really THAT much extra fluid in there, but she didn't "interpret" the films. I hope she's right... However I don't see how there is any extra fluid in there when I am apparently having the world's biggest, fattest baby. I saw fat rolls on the ultrasound. The thing has cheeks that look like a hamster hoarding food. I am scared. I have informed the husband we are doing every trick in the book to evict this "little" person. I also totally want to know what it is RIGHT! NOW!

If I wasn't so fat, I wouldn't even be paranoid about this. Just that you know people are totally going to think this is somehow my fault. My next door neighbor is 100 lbs soaking wet and barely 5 feet wall and her son was 10lbs and 3oz... at 38 weeks.

I am completely paranoid about a difficult birth, a c section, low blood sugars, LOT OF INTERVENTION mostly. I am mostly paranoid about The Sectioning (ominous music) though obviously I'm more in favor of a healthy baby and would just as soon be thankful for those things, but also let the record show that I am too uptight to be able to handle waking up from surgery with my entire family staring at me like a body in a casket, and finding out they've been chummy with my baby for hours before I did. That's just not fair! I have a couple weeks to work on that, I know. I've told T what I want, but he'll totally sell me out the minute my mother looks at him sideways.

On my way home from the ultrasound, I pass my mother's place of employment. I always look up the parking lot to see if she's there. Today, Her car wasn't there, but then I passed her .02 seconds later. She looked royally pissed off, but totally didn't see me. I'll have to make fun of her for that later.

I have my appointments lined up for the next 3 weeks. No offense, Nice Ultrasound Tech, but I hope I never see you again. Posted in: amazon baby , preg , ultrasound

what? they can't ALL be amusing. (Never melts (meef)) by jen

Yesterday I went for a size estimate ultrasound. Because, as a card carrying member of Fat Chick, I get all kinds of hassle from doctors. Everything from hangnails to severed appendages is Because You Are A Bigger Woman. I love how they can't say fat, and my current dr always makes a little rounded motion with his hands in front of him when he says that. And they always say it with a tone that says "you know... no offense, but I'm sure you know..." well I do, but I still don't appreciate that. ANYWAY this makes birth so much harder because they use fatundity to weasel many ludicrious things of me, such as constant internal fetal monitoring, and "you must stay on that bed" and "no you cannot deliver in anything but the standard lying down position - oh, and wear this oxygen mask, it makes you look sexy." Granted we apparently make OMGXBOGHUEG!!11! babies. The last two just sneaked under 9lbs. But they were both very long. But I digress. This one feels larger. I'm scared they may be right. (For the record, My husband has a huge head, and was a huge baby. Blame him.)

I am not exactly happy with my current position in prenatal care, but there's nothing I can really do about it at this point. The practice is totally different than it was when I first joined it. I am asking too much to have a "relationship" with my provider. There are no midwives around here. There are CNM's who work out of OB/GYN offices, but because I'm a lardass I'm required to see the real doctor. I'm not sure if this is standard or just typical small-town closed-mindedness. So I go every week to an appointment I totally dread with a doctor who can't remember anything about me, and doesn't care, who is rushing out the door for the next patient after 3 minutes max with me. I gues I kind of wanted to experience that closeness that other people talk about. And to have the support of a birth going smoothly and stress free without being told to do this, that and the other thing. I am trying to make up what I want, but I wish I had that support behind me.. other than a husband who says "sure, whatever you want." but will totally bow to what a DOCTOR says because his family is doctors and doctors are god.

However I decided way back in March that I was going to do whatever I wanted with this pregnancy, I was going to TAKE AND TAKE AND TAKE instead of being meek and obedient (oh, hell, when am I ever either of those?) This goes for everything from prenatal care, to the whole Time In The Hospital to how much crap I'm willing to handle from people, the whole gamut, not just health care but socially and post-baby as well. By that I mean, I will not be driving 3 hours with a 2 month odl and spending Christmas hiding in my MIL's bedroom nursing a baby while my children open their gifts without me because no one could wait 20 minutes.

But now I'm playing a game. I will take your silly little ultrasound, and I'll let you do a GBS test even though you and I know full well that I'm going to get antibiotics during labor whether I am positive or not (because I'm Fat, and fat.. breeds.. bacteria??) But anyway, the reason I went, even though I'm planning on kicking ass and taking names, is because I'm picking my battles. I don't want to be a difficult patient. I want to be one they will never ever suspect. And when labor comes? BAM!

So the tech was kind of bitchy and just like with the last ultrasound I went there for, I left feeling kind of depressed and underwhelmed with something that should have been at least a little fun and cute. And I still have no idea whether she thinks I'm harboring a Far Side baby in there. However judging by the fact that the head was way low (she had the wand pushing on my pubic bone. ouch. Never had one that low.) and the legs were up somewhere past my bra band... I am guessing this one is pretty long.

But at least he/she's cute.



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We have not gotten one step further on The Name Game, so I can't report on that just yet, but I will. I kind of think the picture might make things a little easier.

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The other day I spent way too much money at Old Navy buying clothes for the children, jeans and socks for the husband, and shirts for myself, since... damn.. I have no shirts. I wear the same 3 perfect tees every day and they are kind of embarrassingly short to be honest. And I got myself some long sleeved shirts for the fall/winter. But anyway I can't just do this in ONE trip, I have to make SEVERAL visits to the site before I'm done ordering what I'm going to order. I want shipping discounts, dammit. One package arrived yesterday, Another package is due to arrive today. Except when I tracked it, I got this:

THE PACKAGE IS DELAYED DUE TO EMERGENCY CONDITIONS BEYOND UPS' CONTROL

I felt a little thrill, I mean nothing exciting and emergent ever happens to me.* Does this mean the truck crashed and burned? That the driver drove off a cliff or hit a bus full of AC bound seniors with a gambling problem? Beamed up inside a UFO? Hopelessly lost?

Of course, it's a nice day out, so maybe he just decided to say "screw you!" to work and go out and play. The mailman does that. You know how I can tell? Rainy day? get mail at usual time.. Exceptionally nice for the first time in a few days, day? Mail is here by 9am.

Either that or he ran out of gas or something really really dumb.

*not that I necessarily want it to. Posted in: fat , pics , preg , random , ultrasound , ups