Picture of me for the parents, taken by my husband yesterday morning. Same pre-prego jeans, top button undone with a hair elastic looped from button hole to button. Cheater, I know. ;) The last thing I want to do is buy a whole bunch of clothes I'm only going to wear for 4-6 months. I picked up a belly band from a maternity store when visiting my family in September, it has been great to let me wear my regular clothes a bit longer. It's basically a tube top that goes over the top of my pants and up over my belly. The top is also pre-pregnancy, but one of my longer, looser ones.
We had an ultrasound a couple of weeks ago, and its a boy! He has all the right parts and is growing properly for his stage of development. We thought we had a name for him that we picked out shortly after I found out I was pregnant, then this weekend we put the kibosh to it and chose another one. Jervis and I were just kind of throwing around thoughts that there might be a name out there we liked more. So out comes the iPad and the baby name book. Tada! New name jumps out at us after a few page flips, like it was fate or something. I really like the current name, much more than the first one.
Last week I was in for my monthly check up with Wendy, my midwife. I feel like its more of a whine session than checking to see how baby is doing. "How are you feeling?", she says. Me: "Well, to be honest, I'm tired of feeling sick, haha." It's true, no matter the end product of the pregnancy, there is still the nine months in between of someone renting space in your body, changing hormones, food preferences, and all manner of physical changes. Yes, this is the way it is and always has been for any female bearing offspring. I should be prepared to endure what comes. And I am, for the most part. Anyway, my biggest concern is that after 20 weeks, I'm still nauseous. It's not as bad as it was for the first 14-15 weeks of 24 hour-a-day, but every morning after breakfast and in the afternoons if I don't keep eating, I feel sick and will even vomit 1-2 times a week. Yuck. "Well," the midwife says, "we can give you something for that." What?!? How come I didn't mention it before?!? Silly me. Out comes the prescription pad. Diclectin it is, with an initial dosage of two at bedtime, then one in the morning.
What she didn't mention is there's a trade off. I fairly big one. At the prescribed dosage, I'm a walking zombie. The next morning after taking the first two bedtime pills I felt like I'd been drugged. No problem, I thought. It will wear off, like Gravol or Dramamine, etc. Nope. It got worse as the day went on. By lunch, I had to cancel the rest of my clients for the day and hit the hay. The whole day is still a haze. So I did some research (yay for Google!), then self adjusted the meds to one pill at bedtime and kept the one in the morning. Much better. I'm still a bit drowsy, but its getting better day by day. And the nausea is mostly gone, just a lingering hint after breakfast for an hour or two then I seem to be home free for the rest of the day.
Of course there's always good things going on too. The best part of this pregnancy so far has been feeling the little guy moving around in there. For about 3 weeks now, I've had these feelings that started out like a muscle twitching - you know the kind you get the day after a hard workout, an isolated spot in you bicep or quad twitching at regular intervals. Now it's that and more, sometimes it feels like what a quick drop on a roller coaster does to your tummy. Very cool stuff! I'm looking forward to when Jervis and I can feel movement from the outside of my belly. Maybe then he'll believe me when I tell him his kid is moving around! For now, he has to take my word for it. :)