Monthly Archives: February 2012

It’s not even noon and I’ve already blown through a third of this roll o’ Tums. Apparently the old wives tale about heartburn = hairy babies is true 82% of the time according to some study that some really bored doctors did, which leads me to believe I am incubating a monkey.

I had a Reese’s cup McFlurry last week and it knocked it out for like four hours, which was magical. If that is seriously the only thing that works for long stretches of time, I’m going to have to get a bag of those mini cups and a giant thing of vanilla ice cream and make my own. It’s a good thing I’m still at my pre-pregnancy weight.

Lesson learned though, regarding McFlurry consumption: Never post on twitter that you’ve just eaten a McFlurry unless you’re prepared to withstand Internet Rage and accusations of poisoning your fetus.

So…if you’re worried about fetal movement, just get in a minor car accident on your cab ride home. This baby hasn’t stopped for the last hour! She’s moving so much, it’s actually making me nauseated. Anyway.

There was a 0% chance we were leaving Target without these onesies.

I have the most stubborn baby alive. Our half-hour anatomy scan today ended up taking a little over an hour because she decided to a) spin around every time the tech or doctor tried to get a good view of her heart and b) not uncross her ankles ever, so it appeared that she had no right foot.

The poor tech had to do part of the ultrasound with me laying on my side facing away from her to get half of the heart shots, never got the foot shots, and we’re still missing one thing on the heart. I might have to go to a pediatric cardiologist for a fetal echo if they don’t find what they’re looking for after going through the pictures. It could possibly mean a heart defect but we won’t know til they review the images. The doctor came in and found her foot, so at least there’s that.

It’ll be TWO WEEKS before we know if baby’s heart is ok or if we go for a fetal echo.

She is SO grounded when she comes out.

Feb. 16 update: I just got a very apologetic call from the doctor that did my second ultrasound. She said she reviewed the u/s tech’s images from the first ultrasound that day and found what she needed. The tech missed them because she was rushing to leave early. The doctor sounded super pissed and embarrassed!

Ok, when does this super sense of smell go away? It’s getting crazy. I have PTSD and am already extremely hyper-vigilant because of that. With the PTSD/pregnancy combo, I can smell when The Daddy opens the fridge when I’m in the living room! I just cleaned it out a couple of days ago, so I know there’s nothing funky in there stinking it up!