I got a bonus ultrasound today since the last tech didn't get a good look at the boy's heart. I was informed that my precious, teeny baby is now a whopping 1 pound, 2 ounces (per the measurements). Gah! No wonder I've been feeling so...heavy, lately. Oh wait, that may be the SIX POUNDS I have gained in the last four weeks. Yes, that is correct. That's a whole full-grown baby's worth of weight in four weeks alone. Ridiculous. I knew I should have turned around on the scale. But the important point is not that I am a chub, but that the boy is growing right on schedule and looks perfectly healthy. Go me and my rockstar uterus!
Today also seemed like a turning point for me. Yesterday, if you had asked, I would have told you that this whole baby thing is causing major freakouts and worries of being a bad mother and not doing anything right. But today, I feel the opposite. I feel positive for the first time in months. I know I can do this. I know WE can do this. Maybe it was seeing the boy again and hearing that he's doing really well. And that he's been kicking up a storm and punching me in the bladder. I feel more bonded to him and extremely protective of him. Its a really good feeling.
ALSO!!! I will have before and after pics of the house and the finished rooms very soon. Maybe Friday! Please don't fall all over yourselves with excitement, ok?