Another week… another ultrasound. Most people don’t have ultrasounds as frequently as I’ve been having them lately. It’s all due to that damn “at the low-end of normal” amniotic fluid level issue.
But the results of today’s ultrasound show that my level is up one unit/measurement/point/whatever. And that tiny difference seemed to make the staff VERY happy. The kid also kept putting its hands and feet in front of its face. The baby weighs just over a pound right now.
Most of the things I’ve seen online say that you should start to feel the baby move around week 16-21(ish). As of today I am 23 weeks along. I was a little frustrated that I hadn’t felt anything that seemed like a living baby and that every physical manifestation in this pregnancy has been, well… crap.
At my ultrasound a couple of weeks ago I mentioned that and the tech basically said, “Well, duh. You have an anterior placenta. You’re not going to feel those as soon as most women.”
DUH! How come I didn’t think of that? (Soooo obvious, like I can see where my placenta is!)
This week on Monday I think I started to feel movement. But it’s weird. It just feels like gas bubbles. In fact, sometimes I’m not even sure that it isn’t gas bubbles. It’s probably both.
But since my levels are minimally higher, they are happy enough to let me wait another 4 weeks before I go in again. But when I go back in 4 weeks, I have to do the glucose test. They also said that Kevin and I should start thinking about what we want from our birth experience, if I want natural, drugs, etc. While I hear that recovery is easier for mom and baby with natural, I also don’t want to spend hours upon hours in extraordinary pain if an epidural can knock that out. Basically my “birth plan” is to get the baby that is inside to the outside. We’ll see…
I read the book Expect This by Heather Slee. It was a 99 cent Kindle book about a chick who was formerly anti-children and her pregnancy experience. I enjoyed that she wasn’t all “everything is FAN-FREAKIN-TASTIC” and “pregnancy is the bomb-diggity, yo!” There were spelling and grammatical errors (I believe this was a self-published short, as opposed to an actual publishing house project) but overall I found it to be an enjoyable read. And to spoil the ending, she disliked pregnancy but was immediately in love with her daughter upon birth. So it was kind of comforting too.
The other pregnancy book I’ve read is Does This Pregnancy Make Me Look Fat?: The Essential Guide to Loving Your Body Before and After Baby and it is PHENOMENAL. Seriously, I don’t care if you’ve battled an eating disorder in the past or not… the book is great at putting forward the changes your body goes through in a practical and loving manner. It’s not sugar-coated garbage about how beautiful the transition is, but it also doesn’t put it down either. There is info on all stages of the pregnancy as well as postpartum info. I honestly think I’m just going to start reading it again. However many times it takes me through this pregnancy… I’ll read it. It just soothes me. I think every woman should read it, pregnant or not. And if you live in our society, you are confronted by disordered messages about eating and body expectations and this book has reassuring messages about all of that. Seriously, I loved it.
Those are the only pregnancy-related books I’ve read. I started to read What to Expect When You’re Expecting days after I got a positive test and it made me furious. I wasn’t in a good place emotionally at that time, but I don’t need a book that basically feels like it is talking down to me and like I’ve spent my whole life dreaming of being pregnant. I am debating reading The Panic-Free Pregnancy but I’m also kind of in the mindset that people have given birth to children for eons without needing to know all the minutiae of the experience.