Mommy's Moment: 20 Weeks

I'm twenty weeks. That means, of course, the anatomy ultrasound. Except, not for us. We're one of the weird few who like to wait. Most people think we are crazy. We hear comments like, "Wow, you must really be patient," or "We're just really planned people and have to have everything ready. We can't wait." Well, to those comments....we aren't really patient. There's, of course, that strong desire to find out at every ultrasound (and folks, with this squirt there have been so many already and at least 2 more to come...we'll see how patient we are :) ) And secondly, John and I are far from spur of the moment people. I'm laughing now as I picture John and I recklessly making last minute plans. A few weeks ago, our gracious friends watched Hannah and Grant for us so we could go on a date. When they arrived at our house they asked us what we were going to do. We surprisingly replied, "we don't know yet." They laughed as they said sarcastically, "You and John are spur of the moment people!" Everything will be in place. It's just that the clothes baby will wear for those first few weeks will mostly consist of yellow and green and he/she will be sporting a PLETHORA of ducks. For some reason, ducks are neutral. Good thing I like ducks. Good thing baby has no clue. His/Her room is neutral so it goes with every baby we have. So, there you have it. When you shuck it all down, we just like the surprise on D-Day. It gives me a bit more incentive to push (as if the contractions weren't incentive enough).

But, the ultrasound went well. The best news is that my placenta has moved to a "happy" place. I had marginal placenta previa (I had it with G-man too) but this time I had a few minor complications with it. That's no more. Yay Placenta! Also, baby is already measuring on the "large" side. Let's not forget that the G-man weighed in at a whopping 9 lbs. 12 ounces (and they wondered why I had hard time delivering him). Hence, why I'm getting another ultrasound at 32 weeks. They seem to think it necessary to remind me each visit that often times babies get bigger after each pregnancy. Thank you, I'm well aware of that. If we do see this baby will be a heifer, I will hopefully be induced a week early. I'm not a fan of inductions but I'm also not a fan of delivering 10 pound babies. If I had to choose, uh, induction...hands down. We'll see though. Nothing ever goes as planned and when it comes to havin' babies....you gotta go with the flow.

Finally, I've added two twenty week belly shots. First off, it's rather odd taking a picture of yourself. Do I smile? Do I look serious? I chose to just look crazy. It was awkward. Secondly, I know that my tummy doesn't look big. You will not be the first to say/think that nor will you be the last. I attribute my slow growing stomach to the long torso the Lord equipped me with. John thinks I'm crazy for the number of times my long torso comes into conversation. My height, I attribute to my long torso, not my legs. Thus, shirts are often difficult to find to suitably cover its length. And sometimes I have to buy short legged pants. Crazy right? Sometimes I think I'm proportioned oddly but hey, I'm "fearfully and wonderfully made." And thus, my babies have a large area to grow in. They can stretch out for awhile. I like to think they appreciate this. It's got to be a bit cramped growing in a belly. No economy size for my babies. Nope. They get the full suite at no extra cost. So, grow baby grow. You've got the space. Just keep it under 9 lbs this time.

Great job if you got this far reading my pregnancy post. You're a true friend.