After being away for an entire week shooting a commercial with the Snorri Brothers in fabulous LA, an exhausted Bill flew back into town on the red eye to get back to Atlanta just in time to join Sam and I for a family visit to the OB GYN on Monday.
Yup, Sam is going to be getting a little brother or sister very soon! A sister if the ultrasound technician’s early diagnosis is to be believed! She was pretty convinced and gabbled away, unable to keep this information to herself. Though, not holding her to that too firmly as she did ask us to try to schedule the next ultrasound at twenty weeks with her again so she could get a better look and tell if she is right!
Doesn’t really matter to us either way as regardless of brother or sister, the poor mite is going to be wearing all Sam’s cast offs anyway!
One thing we do know for sure, and about which I am most relieved, is that there’s only one new Allen on the way. No twins for me! Phew!
Although we’ve known for some time now, since the New Year in fact (yep, no drinking for me over the holidays!), I’m much happier now that we’ve finally seen my doctor. I was getting a bit nervous having to wait so long before we got an appointment but she was able to confirm that so far everything is looking, and sounding, great. Bean’s heartbeat was a joy to hear and the ultrasound was just as thrilling as when we looked in on Sam for the first time. We’re a lot later on in the pregnancy than my first appointment with Sam though and I was amazed to be actually able to see a proper little baby moving and kicking around on the scan. The first time we saw Sam he was just a single blob with a pixel heartbeat and was still attached to the yolk sac.
It feels real now and I can’t stop bouncing around and occasionally bursting into emotional tears.
I’m currently at 12 or 13 weeks pregnant and this week I have a definite bump appearing. I’ve also already lost my waist and am up to 130 lbs according to the doctor’s scales. I think I was already in maternity wear by now last time, but I guess this time around I have a lot more “fat” post-pregnancy clothes to fall back on first. I’m cursing that I have missed any opportunity to get a nice and skinny “before” photograph taken to reassure myself that I can get my figure back again afterwards. Rats.
I’ve been feeling pretty good lately and although I still have the odd bout of nausea it does seem like I’m already past the worst. *touch wood* It was actually getting disconcerting that I wasn’t feeling so terrible and I was beginning to get concerned that there might be something wrong. I can even tolerate the smell of coffee again now without wanting to vomit. It took at least until the last few months of carrying Sam before that happened last time. Actually, the first trimester morning sickness has been a breeze compared to what I was like when I had Sam. I’ve had my queasy, miserable moments but haven’t had to actually be in the bathroom nearly half as much. Perhaps that’s another indicator that it is a girl?!