18 Week, 4 Day Appointment

Well, I am the picture of prenatal health, HURRAY! Fundal height is perfect, blood pressure is 110/60, weight gain is at 5 pounds, the baby is very active, and I am only mildly anemic.

Damon got to hear that beautiful "swisha swisha" heartbeat sound, but only for a moment. The bebe is quite active and was not interested in having his/her heartbeat monitored. In fact, the midwife ended up attempting to hold him in place (to which, this child reacted with violent kicks, as heard by the doppler). It did not last long. Our little one said "screw you lady, I'm swimming." I think it is a bit early for our little one to be this stubborn, but then again- what did I expect? Damon and I are both as bull-headed as they come.

Speaking of Damon, the look on his face was precious... This is the first time he has heard the heartbeat- In his eyes I saw all of the sweetness, surprise, and excitement I was feeling. He looked on intently and grinned with child-like glee. I am sure his wife BEAMING with pride added to his comfort and joy.

I talked with my midwife about my terrible hormones and my exhaustion. She explained that these are normal things and that if I am getting more tired as the week goes on, it is most probably due to the regular exhaustion that happens in pregnancy. But she did do a finger stick for anemia and it turns out I am slightly anemic. Her recommendation was alfalfa tabs... I wonder if that counts as a vegetable....

Today, I feel great- It may have something to do with the extra sleep I got this weekend, or perhaps it has to do with the fantastic feeling that accompanies being reminded that the hormones and exhaustion are simply part of the journey of the little being in my belly... So, it is worth it!

And though I rarely want to listen to him- Often Damon is right (don't tell him I said that). I get really upset, get all worked up, and it turns out to be a hormonal surge... It passes and I return to "pregnancy" normal. Luckily, I am not an angry hormonal person!

So, thankfully, I am back to my grateful and happy pregnant self. It is normal to feel down and out- but when I look at my swelling belly and see the grin on my hubby's face, I feel like a whole new person. I am a cute pregnant lady dammit!