(and you don’t throw a fit…)
The ultrasound technician took a look between the baby’s legs to see that everything was okay, but we closed our eyes for that part. (We kept our eyes closed for a while… apparently baby was keeping the legs crossed.)
Yeah… we’re not finding out the gender. That seems to be a hard one for people in this world to wrap their minds around these days. They look at me like I’m a freak when I respond that way. “But… how will you plan?”
How did anyone plan back in the “dark ages” when people couldn’t do that? You just get a bunch of gender-neutral crap and on the kid’s birthday, the doctor announces the gender and you get what you get!
My sister-in-law commented a few weeks ago on my pregnancy update that she was kind of surprised we are going this way because I’m a control-freak. Okay, she didn’t say it like that… just mentioned that I like to plan. Which is true… not only do I plan too much, but I tend to overthink and overanalyze everything in my life.
But when it comes to this… I’m kind of indifferent.
My husband was pretty adamant that it remain a surprise. And since that’s one of the few things that he’s actually expressed an opinion on during this pregnancy thus far, I wasn’t going to fight him. Nor did I really have any fight in me on that topic. Cause like I said… you get what you get.
Plus I have no desire to go all crazy gender-specific in either direction anyway. This seems more practical to me.
However, I do have to go back in two weeks for another ultrasound. My amniotic fluid measured low, right at the very bottom of the acceptable range. The doctor told me to drink a lot more because there was the possibility I’m dehydrated, even though I’ve been downing the water like crazy. I even got an app, Water Your Body, to try tracking it but apparently I’m still (maybe possibly) not drinking enough? Even though I now pee clear?
After the appointment my husband told me to “act like a mother” and take care of the baby. He was kidding, he said it playfully. But it did scare me… I was planning to go for a run in the afternoon and I didn’t because of this. I Googled… the most frightening thing that you could do when you have any kind of health concern. I encountered all kinds of stories of women being checked into hospitals regularly during their pregnancies for IV hydration, people put on bed rest, etc. I don’t want that!
I’m not quite sure what to do. My midwife didn’t bring up my weight at all this visit, but now I’m wondering if I’m still below normal for weight gain (meaning that a few weeks ago I had not gained anything yet) and if that could be having an affect. I emailed her after I came to that conclusion to ask… still waiting on her verdict.
I obviously don’t want to do anything to harm the baby, so that made me a little nervous. I had just started back into running and yoga this past week and got scared thinking my increased physical activity was causing this problem as well. I just second-guess myself and start to fret.
PS – Fret is a funny word. Fret, fret, fret… it gets weirder each time I say it.