Today is my 18 weekaversary. I’ve been feeling generally pretty good except yesterday when I got a bad case of toothbrushing-induced nausea that wouldn’t leave until I heaved. The timing was particularly bad. I was driving to work when the overwhelming sensation of nausea hit me. Fortunately I was able to safely pull over, fling the contents out of a shopping bag, and puke with only minimal casualties to my only pair of maternity jeans. And yes, I had to spend the rest of the day smelling of stale parmesan.
But other than THAT and headaches, I’ve been feeling awesome. I seem to sleep better and wake to pee less often in the 2nd trimester than in the 1st, which was a welcome surprise to me. I think I’m starting to show, no matter what the other participants of my law school reunion believed (of course, I weighed about the same then as I do now, 4.5 months pregnant, so I can understand the confusion). I have a pile of pregnancy clothes I’m borrowing from a friend, and with some help and inspiration from friends, I’ve started my baby registry.
Baby seems to be doing well, for all I know. Heart-rate is still around 150 or so, and I’m locating it just under my belly button. I feel lots of swishing which could just as easily be baby or gas, but I’ve had a few distinct kicks and punches which amuse me. A lot. Last night my arm was resting on my midsection and I felt the kick outside AND inside, so it won’t be too long before I have shark-fin belly–an event I sincerely hope ushers in Discovery Channel’s Shark Week. And despite the kicks, I’m still suspicious that all of this is a dream.
In just TWO DAYS we get to find out whether we’re having: a Boris or a Natasha, a goose or a dragon, a boy-type Ranma or a girl-type Ranma, a feMANist or a feminist. I’m beyond excited. I have no intuition about what it is–and any intuition I may have had has been double and triple guessed so much that I’m not even sure what I think. And I’m glad, because it doesn’t matter what I think. Here are the gender predictions so far:
Mayan Calendar – girl
Chinese Zodiac – boy
Baking Soda test – girl
Ring over the belly – boy
Fetal Heart-rate – girl
Carrying low – boy
Morning Sickness – girl
Girl – mom, Sister 1, MIL
Boy – Sister 2, SIL 2, Lit Groupie
So, as you might guess these tests are accurate only 50% of the time. But they were fun. They seem to reflect my complete lack of mother’s intuition on the matter.