I’m a few days late to post, but we had our 24-week appointment last Tuesday. The doctor wanted to do another ultrasound because we weren’t able to see Leon’s kidneys and lower spine last time due to his position. Thankfully he was head-down this time, so they were able to confirm that his kidneys and spine look great. (Downside was that because he had his head so low, we didn’t get very many cute face pictures.) My next appointment will be a 28-week gestational diabetes test, and from then I’ll have appointments every other week.
After the ultrasound technician checked Leon’s kidneys, she asked us, “See that thing that looks like a turtle?” Minh and I leaned in and confirmed that we saw the strange turtle-looking organ on the monitor. She cheerfully revealed: “It’s still a boy!” I awkwardly chuckled, as that was not at all what I expected that to be. I now have four pictures of my fetus’s genitals. I have no idea what to do with these pictures.
I made a goal at the beginning of my pregnancy to run on a regular basis until the start of my third trimester, as I had hoped to reduce unnecessary weight gain and make labor a little easier. But after not running (or even walking) for almost two weeks, I think I’ve got to throw in the towel. It’s hard enough to wake up before 10 a.m. on weekdays — not to mention waking up 45 minutes earlier than absolutely necessary just to squeeze into a sports bra that I can barely move in (which fit perfectly pre-pregnancy) and quickly shuffle my feet for 2.5 miles. The pace and distance that I’d been doing the last couple months to used to be a warm-up for me, but recently it’s felt as easy as dragging two lead posts through wet cement. I’ll try to still get up early and walk, but realistically speaking I know it’s going to be easier said than done.
I woke up five times last night to use the restroom. My back and hips hurt all evening. I still have 15 weeks to go, but I’m starting to feel how much my body is changing. I hope the imminent third trimester is bearable.
At about 1:30 this morning, I was cuddling with my precious Snoogle (which lately is becoming less of an accessory and more of a necessity), trying to find the perfect position that wouldn’t exhaust my hips too quickly. Suddenly I felt a swift tug, and the next thing I knew I had been robbed of the bottom half of my Snoogle! I hissed something along the lines of “That’s mine, you thief!” and yanked my pillow back. It took me several minutes to readjust my position, in which time Minh was already snoring and I had to go to the bathroom again. I was so irrationally angry that I had mean dreams about him for the rest of the night.