I had my second prenatal appointment a couple of days ago and it went really, really well. We met a new midwife (Leeanna) and she was absolutely everything I believe a midwife should be. Friendly, personable, laid back, and open to any and all questions I could come up with. She also had wispy hair and a wispy skirt to boot. And I love her.
We got to hear the glorious heartbeat of this amazing new human (SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH) and Leeanna beamed just as much as I did as the sound of life filled the room. She said she/he sounded perfect. Everything is going really well at this point in the pregnancy- I am finally feeling good most of the time and I am enjoying the wonderful experience of feeling this baby poke and swim around inside of me like a little goldfish in a bowl. Tink tink! So crazy!
I have an ultrasound scheduled for September 10th. That’s only 3.5 weeks until we can find out what we’re having! I am so excited I could squee. Or, perhaps more appropriatley, PEE. With this second pregnancy my bladder has proven to be a bit… um… weak. Please tell me I’m not alone in this. Let’s just say that sneezing now has new, unexpected tribulations to accompany it. AHEM.
Here’s a fun tip for those of you who are preggo or who will become preggo in the future and are planning to find out the sex of the baby: (My friend told me about this idea, and we did it with Ezra, and it was AWESOME! So, DO IT!) (Ummm… If you want to.)
I made a cute little blank card and stuck it in an envelope and we brought it with us to the appointment. Before the technician started the ultrasound, we told her that we wanted to know the sex of the baby, but that we didn’t want her to tell us out loud. I handed her the blank card and asked her to write it down for me and then put the card back in the envelope.
She did the ultrasound, never saying one way or another what we were having, and afterwards, we grabbed the envelope with the big news inside and we slipped off to a romantic lunch spot overlooking the ocean. Chris and I were GIDDY and completely nervous as we stared at the envelope resting on the table in front of us. Should we open it now? Before lunch? After lunch? Over dessert??
In the end, we couldn’t even wait long enough to get our drink orders.
We tore the envelope open and started crying right there in the resaurant. It was a boy. It was Ezra. And it was one of the sweetest memories I have with my husband.
That card is now in Ezra’s scrapbook. (The scrapbook that never really got finished. Or, even, STARTED for that matter. Oy vey.)
So, try it sometime! We’re planning on doing the same thing with this pregnancy. The only thing missing this time around will be the ocean.
So… other than that, not much is new. I am going to apply at a Starbucks near my house that is looking for temporary help. (They are one of the stores that will be closing in the next few months.) They desperately need some help in the meantime. It could be perfect!
We have some friends living with us for a few weeks and it has been awesome. They have a little girl who is almost two, and Ezra just adores her.
Life is lovely.