First, thank you for your sweet words on my last post. They are appreciated so very much! I did some soul-searching and I have you all to thank for helping me remember why it is that I should just be myself and not worry so much. So I will. Be myself, that is. By the way, Mom? Your comment made me cry. I love you!
On to greener pastures...
Why yes, we did have a sonogram yesterday. They only allow three people in besides the mother, no exceptions. We didn't want to pick and choose between the kids, so my brother-in-law Scott watched them and let Karen come with me. It was so nice to have both James and her there. It was special for the kids to hear about it later all together and not have to be divided up. It felt more right that way.
What are we having? Well, to be honest although the sonographer told me it was one of these:
It looked more like one of these:
The little bean didn't want to stay in the same spot, so the pictures were kind of weird. They're always weird, but these were weirder. I usually can see them pretty well, but the profile picture was almost like one of those cool drawings that you have to stare at to see an image appear--except this one didn't appear without the nurse's help. My favorite way of seeing it looked like a cute little baby wearing sunglasses, but the nurse's view was different. I liked mine better.
We found out that I have a somewhat low-lying placenta, so no strenuous activities for the next eight weeks until we have another sonogram. Yep, no heavy lifting. Gee, I wonder what I can come up with? "Sorry, Mommy can't cook anymore because I can't do heavy lifting." I'd be able to fool Princess and Lion, but Professor would cock his head and ask "Mom? Is a spatula really 'heavy lifting'?" Then I'd be forced to admit my deception or lie. He respects me too much for me to be able to lie to him, except about Christmas presents. Darn. (Ok, I admit that I enjoy cooking--when I have a clean kitchen. Which at this moment means I don't enjoy it. Heavy lifting. Ouch.)
Let's see, what else can I tell you...everything looked good. I told my doctor about the contractions and-other-stuff-that's-too-much-information and she said everything looks fine according to the sonogram, but to make sure I keep her informed. Because of the diabetes I have to have a special heart sonogram for the baby, but it's routine. I guess there's more risk of developmental problems with the heart in diabetic mothers. I'm not very concerned since I've been on top of things, but if there was something I'd rather know asap.
What else...oh, she's a wonderful doctor, very gentle-seeming. She even did the unthinkable that no one else would do, SHE CHANGED MY DUE DATE. I was so ecstatic! I knew all of my dates, and no one else would change the due date, and it frustrated me to no end. When I say all the dates I do mean all the dates. She was pretty impressed I knew down to the hour. It was a four day difference from what their estimated date was, and even though they say it's no big deal, at the end it can be.
My babies aren't fully done gestating until nearer their due date, so a few days could be a big deal. If they hadn't changed it and I went the full time they would have said that I was overdue and caused me a lot of grief. They don't like you to go the full time because diabetes tends to help the placenta deteriorate faster even if you're careful, etc. So it's a balance between when it's safe for the baby to be delivered and waiting too long. With Princess I felt very strongly to wait and not let them induce me very early. I was induced with Princess on my due date or the day before, and was told that it was a good thing I waited (instead of being induced 3 weeks early because it was "standard" for gestational diabetes) because she was barely "done" developmentally, and 9 lbs 1 oz. That was even after me having uncontrolled GD for several weeks before being diagnosed. Lion was well over 10 pounds (undiagnosed GD) so there's no issue of me being unable to birth a larger baby. This one should be smaller since I've known I have diabetes from the beginning.
The point of all this is that my doctor trusts me, HOORAY! I like a doctor who treats me as a partner in my own pregnancy.
Oh yeah, I forgot. In case you're wondering, that picture was Princess when she was about three days old. The top picture. Not the other one. Can you see how I fell so completely in love? She got kissed so much I'm surprised her little cheeks didn't disappear. All my kids were adorable babies. I won't say I'm biased, because I have it on good authority that they were.
Well, that's it. I'll keep you updated on anything else that happens.
Oh, and by the way? It's a boy. Princess cried for a while when she found out, but was excited by bedtime. Both she and Lion kissed the baby (ok, my tummy) goodnight. I asked Professor if he wanted to and of course he looked embarrassed. I ruffled his hair and hugged him instead.
I love my kids.