20 Weeks in Review

This is sort of a bitter sweet post for us.

When we first got together, E asked if I wanted children. It was then that I had to break the news to him that the odds of us having a child naturally were slim to none. In 2005, I was diagnosed with cervical cancer and after many surgeries and much medication, I was told I had a 10-15% chance of conceiving naturally and a 2-5% chance of carrying to term. 

Not fantastic odds.

But one thing I can say about E and I: We are always looking to beat the odds.

On Jan 19, I woke up with a strange feeling. Strange enough to find this:

I immediately ran out to tell E and he was none to happy to be woken up at 0507 very excited to see this but we were obviously extremely scared, nervous, overwhelmed, and every other feeling you could imagine.

 

 
So nervous, in fact, that I decided to keep trying to figure out if this was real. Sure enough, it was. And E finally told me to stop peeing on sticks.
 
I went to the doctor on Jan 21 and sure enough, I was 5w1d along. E promptly told his brother that there must have been something in the water were they worked because we made the 5th or 6th baby out of that garage. I didn’t have to tell my mom, she guessed. I made a comment about being exhausted and she says “well, you’re going to need a lot sleep since you’re pregnant”.
 
*Cue The Jaw Hitting The Floor*
 
We had told a few people but kept it private to see if everything would be ok. We didn’t have great odds of making it to the 12th week, which for most marks the end of the “danger zone”
 
We successfully made it to 9 weeks and let the “blah” feeling begin. Fortunately I never actually got sick, but I could tell there were certain smells, foods, and tastes that I wasn’t a big fan of. Neither was the baby.

 

10 weeks brought more of the same but imagine my surprise when I saw a touch of a bump. Where did this come from?!

 

12 Weeks brought a growing bump but we finally came out on Facebook and of course, by some peoples standards, that made it official (because, you know, the world is fake unless confirmed on Facebook LOL)

We missed the 13 week belly pictures but we got some pictures that are a million times better!

 

 

 

With the 13th week, we had an NT Scan. Fortunately, we received fantastic results. The tech was only going to guess GIRL for the gender but as you can see in the top photo, the cord was preventing us from getting any type of accurate guess. So we wait until the anatomy scan.

14 Weeks and the bump is still growing
Up until the 15th week, I was able to wear my regular uniforms. It was then that they got extremely tight (they were getting tighter as the weeks went by but there is something that just isn’t attractive about buttons stretching and potentially popping…).



16 weeks and the belly is getting bigger but fortunately I found maternity pants quite quickly. I’m in love… E is jealous

 

17 weeks and again, same ole thing — belly is still growing

18 Weeks along and that brought another appt. We were able to hear the heartbeat on the doppler! (due to positioning of internal body parts, we weren’t able to hear it, only see it)


19 Weeks. The pain is starting to set in. People joke with me that I still “have a ways to go”. This is true, however, most pregnant women don’t go through 39 of their 40 weeks, wearing combat boots. Fortunately no major swelling yet.

 20 Weeks Pregnant and with this Belly Shot, we also got this news:

 We had planned on going out for dinner after the appointment and so we had the Ultrasound Tech put the results in an envelope. Many people these days are doing a cake. They ask a baker to make them a Pink or Blue Cake. I’m too impatient for that so we settled for a Pink or Blue Drink. We told the waitress what was going on and she became positively giddy. She brought over a drink that contains cotton candy (the Pink Punk Cosmo, from TGI Fridays, if you’re interested) and there were two glasses, one with blue cotton candy and one with pink. After that, she comes out with about 15 other waitresses and she proceeds to pour into the pink glass.

I think E and I already knew, in our hearts, that we were being blessed with a little girl but seeing it for real, well, I’m not afraid to admit it, I cried. Not because I’m sad but because I’m pregnant and I cry at car commercials.

After dinner, the waitress brought us out this to celebrate (something for both of us to enjoy because I only got to indulge in a chocolate milkshake virgin mudslide)

We got pictures of her little bitty baby feet
A great picture of her profile
And lastly, total proof that she is, in fact, our daughter. A picture of her, with her hand up to her face as if to say “This is SO dramatic, I’m trying to sleep here!”
Weight: To date, well, we won’t talk about that.  I’m trying to keep it under 25lbs so we’ll see how it works out.
Cravings: we’re pretty sure this child will come out as a waffle fry from Chick-Fil-A or a cocoa pebble. Nothing really sounds good to me. Poor E is ready for this baby to be here so we can go back to eating normal foods LOL
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