Almost 16 Weeks

"Baby Chimichanga in Finn's tummy!"

I'm pretty sure that June and July were the longest months ever recorded in human history.  And now here it is, almost the end of August and I'm almost 16 weeks pregnant.  (If you go by my transfer date, I'll be 16 weeks Tuesday, if you go by the due date my RE gave me after my first ultrasound, I'm 16 weeks tomorrow.)  My nausea is finally easing up - last week I was able to cut down and then completely eliminate Zofran, and this week, I was eating almost normally.  Tomorrow I'm going to try going back to salads for lunch again, though I'm a little worried about what that might do to my blood sugar.  When I was feeling my worst, I was shocked to discover that my after meal sugars were only high after eating less carbs instead of more.  Even this past week, when I switched up the croissant on my turkey melt for the healthier option of whole wheat, my sugar spiked.  It makes no sense to me or my partners at work, but thus far they've prescribed a high carb diet for me.  Which is lovely, but it feels so unhealthy.  I'm ready to start feeding this baby healthy foods!

Tuesday is my anatomy scan.  Over the past few weeks, I've revisited the time immediately before and after my anatomy scan with Finn.  It's such a pivotal moment in a pregnancy, at least it is for me.  The moment when a few of the maybes and possiblies become realities.  The moment when the list of potential names is cut in half, when I know if I should pick up that cute pink onesie in the store, or go with the blue one, when I can start using he or she instead of he/she or it.  When I can tell Finn, "your baby brother" or "your baby sister" instead of "your baby brother or your baby sister" (which usually results in me being corrected by Finn, "baby SISTER.")

I'm not going to lie.  I'm going to be a little disappointed if it's another boy.  Not devastated disappointed (as I have a suspicion I might be a better boy mommy than girl mommy - and boys are pretty darn great), but disappointed nonetheless.  So these last few days - hours - of not knowing are a little bittersweet.  If I find out that Chimi is a boy, I'll feel a pang that will quickly pass, but it's almost nice to be where I am right now, not knowing.

Almost nice.  But not nice enough to decide to wait until the baby is born to find out!  I have been talked into a gender reveal party at work, though.  I was already feeling a little disappointed that almost everyone will find out via text, call or blog, and almost no one will hear the news in person, so I'm glad that I got talked in to this!  A drug rep friend is going to have a cake made for us at work - I'll call her after the scan and let her know the gender, and then she'll bring the cake by for lunch on Wednesday.  That means I'll have to keep the secret for a little while longer at work (which will be hard, I know they'll be pestering me!) and I'm going to delay my announcement on Fac.ebook by a day.  I still haven't made this pregnancy FB public, yet, as I'd decided to hold off until I could share the gender at the same time. Another day won't make a difference, I don't suppose.

And now I need to get back to studying.  Blergh.