I had (another) little scare this week. Over the weekend, I started to notice Isla isn’t moving around as much as she normally does. It was a marked change over her usual acrobatics, and by Tuesday, I had pretty much hit my panic limit. I called the doctor’s office. They took one look at my chart and had me come in right away for an ultrasound.
Fortunately, the ultrasound went really well. I got to see my little munchkin for what I believe is the 10th time. She was definitely still moving around in there, but her movements were much more restricted. She is a jumping bean no longer. I have a full blown baby on my hands. Anyhow, the doctor said that explains why I’m feeling less of the kicks and punches that I was before–she just can’t move around that much.
Everything else looked good though (she was taking practice breaths, getting quite chubby, and kept opening and closing her mouth…so cute!), so they sent me home. It was such a relief, but I’m definitely kick-counting with a little more ardor than I was before.
Apart from that, I’m finally starting to look–and feel–pregnant. The belly is unmistakable at this point. I’ve started notice people in the aisles at work giving me a wide berth. I’ve officially completely outgrown all my bras. Even the size up I bought back during my first trimester is so tight it leaves marks. Back pain, feeling winded when I go up the stairs, getting a head rush when I stand or sit up too quickly, being too swollen for my wedding ring…all rapidly becoming my new normal. I broke 130 at my weigh-in at the doctor’s office on Tuesday. It’s the first time I’ve ever been north of the 130 mark, so it was a very “WHOA!” moment for me.
All of those not-quite-real feelings I’ve had before are completely gone. Last night, I filled out the new patient form for Isla’s pediatrician, and for the first time, I wrote my daughter’s name down on an official document. Not just something I’ve said or written to family and friends. Not just something mentioned on facebook or in my blog. It’s official. She’s going to be a real person, and I’m going to end up writing her name on an awful lot of forms for the next 18+ years. I’m going to be someone’s mother.
Pretty weird…but pretty awesome. 🙂