Innie or outie? I don't mean belly buttons!

Finally hitting the 20 week mark means finding out the gender for a lot of people. I decided I wanted to have a gender reveal party and had that planned the week after my ultrasound. I brought in two pieces of paper, one with boy and one with girl written on them. The plan was for the ultrasound tech to put the correct one in a sealed envelope and I would send it off to a friend.

I was so excited that morning, I could not wait for them to see the P or the V that my little meeba was packing, and although I would not find out for about a week, I was still pumped. The tech did the ultrasound for about 40 minutes to discover that meeba was being a jerk and was breech with the legs tightly clamped together deep in my pelvis, leaving no hope for gender determination. I left the ultrasound feeling upset and frustrated and didn't know how to proceed with my gender CONCEAL party at this point. What a stubborn jerk this baby was.

I decided to pursue getting another ultrasound by a private company that does packages, including gender determination. Although I don't like the idea of giving Meeba too many ultrasounds, I had a party to plan! I went to Goldenview Ultrasound and have to say, I cannot rave enough about this magical spa ultrasound wonderland. This was DAYS before my party, so it was critical in my self-absorbed world that the gender be determined, otherwise I was bound to have a yellow filled boring ass party. They put you in a large room with enough chairs for like 12 friends and family, there's a large real bed, not a narrow cot  on the ground like in the hospital ultrasound, and then there's a ginormous flat screen TV where you can watch what they're doing instead of craning your neck to see on the techs tiny screen. Ahmazeballs.

After like 10 minutes, the tech was certain she found Meeb's ween or vag. I almost cried. She put the piece of paper that I had been carrying around with me into an envelope and sealed it so I couldn't cheat. I sped off to the UPS to overnight this envelope to my wife C. She would be the only one that would know what's growing in my uterus.

A day before the party, the special envelope arrived at her house... I couldn't believe all this was about to be revealed!!

I just can't seem to get these belly stickers right








 




And you thought I was going to tell you the gender!? Read on readers, read on...




We are feelin movement and it's not gas

I am about 18ish weeks going on 19 and the past few days I have had this feeling in my lower stomach. People have always told me that the first time you feel a baby move it will be like a little butterfly fluttering around in there. Well, maybe my gassy ass missed that flutter stage and went to full on punching? I would refer to this feeling as more of a muscle twitch or spasm.

Then the other night I'm laying in bed, topless of course, boobies overflowing the world, and I looked down and SAW little appendages poking out!
Just like in the alien movie...
It's all pretty crazy, like I'm walking around with a human inside of me, that is now moving and poking around? Holy hell that is some futuristic stuff. The weirdest part for me is that I am still pretty bumpless, and I guess I figured when you start feeling and seeing movement you probably look preg, not just like a cray cray chick making up her pregnancy. Maybe there are two little meeba's in there fighting for room? The activity is wild and constant, I can't imagine what I'm in for when this babe is like 8 pounds and trying to move.

Not only has the baby started practicing the backstroke for the 2034 Olympics, but I have also developed a new random craving. ROOT BEER. So delicious and sweet and glorious. I've never been a soda drinker, so it's weird. I just needed one at work the other day and then many days after that. Then I realized it's like a meal full of calories, which is a real bummer for some liquid heaven during my day.
I am coming up to 20 weeks preg-o-rama soon, which means FINDING OUT THE GENDER and having my GENDER REVEAL PARTY!! All amazing things.



Opinions are like assholes everyone has one, most of them stink.

So I try to avoid posts that are confrontational or argumentative because, well that's not really what I want this blog to be about, however there's one big topic that I just need to get off my chest, and that is people's opinions in regards to pregnancy and parenting.

Before I got pregnant, I wouldn't have even batten an eyelash at this topic, because it didn't affect me, nor did I even realize what an issue it is. At 18 weeks preg, it amazes me how people feel they now have the right to outwardly judge you or give their opinion- I can only imagine this trend gets worse, especially as a parent. When did it become okay to give your unsolicited advice in regards to pregnancy or parenting, and not only advice, but to be judgmental?

Here's the brief story that started all this.

I still barely have an appetite and struggle to put meals together, so the other night for dinner I had a bowl of carrots, green beans from the farmers market and two small slices of salt cured organic salmon. I posted a picture on facebook with the caption "Dinner last night. Pregnancy you so stupid."

Again, I'm new to this pregnancy thing, so I didn't realize people are lurking in the dark waiting to tell me how I'm doing something wrong to my unborn baby. Comments poured in from one particular person, who just had their first baby, so is obviously an expert in the field. The comments started out by saying I'm not ALLOWED to eat raw fish.... Hold the phone. #1. The picture is not of raw fish, and #2. Don't tell me what I'm ALLOWED to do. This eating of raw fish during pregnancy is a blown up misconception of conservatives opinion. Really you should avoid large amounts of raw fish, or raw fish from the food court in the mall. I won't go into more detail, but I use my own judgement. Go do your own research.

I could go on and on about the conversation turned argument that lasted for about a day on my facebook wall, however if I say too much, I will reveal my feelings and opinions about food "allowances" in pregnancy, and one of the dark lurkey people will come out on this posting. My point is that, I'm not over here preg and binge drinking, smoking crack, or driving without a seat belt. My unborn child is not being harmed, so who are you dark lurkers to feel you can give you 2cents on the topic? Can I also throw in that I'm a nurse practitioner with experience on this topic and in the field?

At a wedding a week ago, I had a small glass of wine for the wedding toasts. Someone who knew I was pregnant, again offered their advice to me saying all children born to mothers that have had any alcohol turn out severely delayed and it is safer if I do meth. Seriously? You heard what you just said right? You believe that!? Meth. Here I am being all preg and doing meth, but that's cool as long as it isn't a small glass of wine.
BARF.WIZARD.

I'm a medical professional with advanced degrees, and throughout my training I have been taught to always question the way we do things so that we're not moving through medicine doing something "just because we always have done it that way" no, I question everything, I look at the research and evidence. I choose what's right for me and my body, I encourage you to also do your own research and not just do something because someone tells you to. What if your OBGYN or Midwife told you to jump off a bridge because the fetus would like it? You'd just do it? Right. So why aren't more women empowering themselves to do their own research and take part of their pregnancy and body? I am verbal with my patients in regards to their health, and show them the evidence but also encourage them to do research on their own, leading them to good reputable sources, not just any old ham on a website shouting their opinions- like me ;)

I only imagine that this gets worse. Soon, someone will tell me I'm not breastfeeding enough, I'm breastfeeding too much or too long. I gained too much weight, not enough weight. I let my kid eat garbage, I'm too strict with what I let my kid eat. Whatever it is, shut your mouth unless I asked you, or unless myself or my child is in real danger, like I left my kid in the back of a hot car. Fine, then you feel free to come running over.

Here's a horrifying article about people offering their unsolicited opinions and going so far as to verbally and physically assault a two year old for being a boy and wearing a head band. He's TWO!
a boy who wears a headband

Hopefully this will be my only rant about this topic and I can go back to talking about boobs and spandex. Stay away you dark lurkers!

 
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