20 weeks, and I rock out at microbiology....
I am offically half pregnant today. One half of my pregnancy is complete, and I only have one have to go. The baby better start getting to work developing and stuff, because it only has 20 weeks left before it's appointment to be out of my uterus, and into my arms. My arms first, Kevin's arms 2nd.
I really think I should get to hold it first.
We have an ultra sound one week from today. I decided that I want to find out what it is. Kevin decided that he still doesn't want to know what it is. So. We aren't going to find out what it is. If I knew and he didn't, well then, what purpose would that serve? If it's a girl, and he doesn't want to know, I can't start stocking up on cute girl stuff, because that would give it away. I can't quit considering one sex's names, because that would give it away--so there's really no point of me finding out, if I can't tell him. But next tuesday, I will get to see it. If I can't find out the gender, I at least want to find out if it has two arms and two legs, and a brain inside it's skull, and hopefully any other obvious things that the ultra sound can show.
20 weeks. Wow. I haven't felt it move yet. I am feeling something though. I mentioned it before--kinda like a tightening, like a slight stomach growl, but not really a stomach growl.... I don't know. Everyone says that's not the baby, because the baby feels like flutters. I haven't felt flutters. What if I never feel it move? Does that ever happen? I asked my mom, and she was just like "trust me, you will feel it move." But what if I don't. What if my uterus is so huge, that the baby never grows big enough to touch the sides, and just floats around in the middle of this pool of amniotic fluid and I never feel it move. Is that possible? Does that ever happen to people? I guess the baby would be very comfortable if that were the case. Lots of wiggle room.
I'm just about in maternity clothes now. Seriously. A large amount of my clothes don't fit anymore, and maternity clothes have started to become more important. Mostly just the pants. Shirts are still pretty all right, but things have gotten tighter in the tummy recently. Actually starting friday. Since Friday morning, I have worn ONLY elastic-waisted baggy pants, or maternity pants. Well, maternity capris actually--it was nice this weekend. And with my capris I wore a cute maternity shirt, that looked way too big on me. But, when people saw me, they thought I looked very pregnant. Sweet! I'm starting to look the part, all I have to do now is feel it move. Start to feel the part, you know? And not the hormonal crazy part, and not the worried new mom part--I have those parts of the role down.
I still like to think of it as a mischevious miniature baby, swimming around in the fluid to the beat of the Beach Boys CD I keep playing for it. People have said to play classical music, but seriously, I prefer the Beach Boys. And probably the baby does too. Specifically the song I picked out as our favorite one, called Shut Down.
Tach it up, tach it up, buddy gonna shut you down....
It happened on the strip where the road is wide
two cool sharps standing side by side
Yeah, my fuel injected stingray and a four-thirteen
We're revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean...
Tach it up, tach it up, buddy gonna shut you down....
Declinin' numbers at an even rate
at the count of one we both accelerate
my stingray is light, the slicks are startin' to spin!
But the four-thirteen's really diggin' in!
Gotta be cool now, power shift here we go....
Haha. You get the idea. Those are just the first two verses. What the hell does all that mean? I dont' know. But it sounds cool, and it's a catchy tune. And maybe if we sing it to the baby a lot (as I have been), it will like cars, and know something about cars. Like my dad. or my friend Ron.
Ron knows a lot about cars. He and I used to go to the Woodward dream cruise, and he would point out cars to me that the Beach Boys sing about in their songs. Fuel injected stingrays, 413's, Little duece coops, T-birds, 409's. It was fun.
He knows a little too much though--it really ruined the fantasy about fuel injected stingrays when he told me that all cars are fuel injected now. Made the Beach Boys triumph over the 413 a little less exciting--
He's hot with ram induction but it's understood--
I got a fuel injected engine sitting under my hood.
Shut it off, shut it off, buddy now I shut you down!
I think that ram induction (whatever the hell that is) sounds just as impressive as fuel injection.
Anyhow, Babypants is -20 weeks old now (because at birth it will be 0 years, so now is -20 weeks), likes the Beach Boys (I am sure), and hasn't moved yet. Or at least hasn't allowed me to feel it move.
So I took my microbiology final last night. I don't know exactly what I got on the exam, but he handed out slips of paper with the grades in the class on them, and I got an A. Sweet. I would like to know what the exam grade was. I asked him, and he told me to just go home and forget about it and enjoy my A. OK. Whatever. I enjoy.
The final was quite fun actually. There were no stupid hard questions that made me think, it was all easy stuff, but had a pretty good sampling of the things he went over in the class. I think, I didn't go to all the classes....sometimes I was working late, sometimes I was feeling nauseated due to BP, and sometimes I was puking (also due to BP). But I went to a lot of the classes, and I went to every lab except one. I had a 100% on every single lab quiz (they gave us lab quizzes each week, and we never did a single lab report). Community colleges are excellent. So much leniency. They let you get away with practically murder. At the end of the class, he wished me luck with my life's journey (yes, he said that) and then told me that he enjoyed having me in class, because I worked really hard.
That made me feel kinda like a scumbag. He seems like such a nice guy--was he being sarcastic? I missed almost half of the classes, and I studied for only one test for more than an hour (the final). I didn't work hard, I barely did anything. I was so preoccupied with my pregnancy, that I toyed with the idea of dropping the class altogether because I didn't feel like going. But then I was too lazy to actually walk all the way over to the registrar's office and drop it (which is funny, because I'm actually really physically active. It was just the hassle I think that awaited me when I got there to drop the class), so I just decided to take the class, do as little as possible, and see what happens. And I got an A. Sweet. But I felt weird thinking that he thought I worked hard. Did I trick him somehow? He's such a sweet little greek man, like a grandpa-type or something. Did I hoodwink him into thinking that I worked hard during his class? I feel a little guilty, because I don't think he was being sarcastic. I think he's just really nice. I feel guilty that I didn't give his class a little more effort, and show up to it more often or study. I mean he put so much effort into all those powerpoint slides......
Yeah, maybe I'm a tad on the sensitive side these days.
So Kevin turns 30 Friday. And his mom and sister are coming here to surprise him for his birthday. I know that's a really nice thing, and I am so happy they are doing it, because I know it will mean so much to have his family acknowledge this milestone birthday.
Plus, I am really really excited to spend some quality time with my mother in law.
(I'll log off now, and leave you all to ponder that puzzling comment....)
By the way, Sex and the City is not funny. It's sad. sad sad sad, sad sad.
posted by ElliottPreciousPants @ 4:19 PM
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I was wanting maternity tops before maternity pants. I don't remember/know how tall you are, but I'm about 5'7"-5'8" and my belly starts sticking out in the "middle" of my torso first (even with height, everyone's different).
I could have worn some loose shirts, but I really wanted the maternity tops so that people wouldn't get disgusted with my "gut". I did wear loose tops, but I noticed I would try to suck my gut in with those. I finally got to the point where I needed the maternity pants just because they were not so tight along the waist/hips.
You'll know when the baby moves. It may take you awhile and it may take a more obvious movement, but it'll happen. I don't think I recognized it the first time around until maybe 22 weeks or so? Not sure.
This time I noticed it much earlier. Part of that is knowing it is.
People always say flutter. I'm not sure if I would describe it as a flutter. I guess there is some of that, but I also notice a lot of the gentle poking. As if someone went up to you and gently put their finger against you and then pulled back. (Later on, there'll be nothing gentle about it :))
So you think I will actually feel the baby sometime? Sweet. I wish I could describe what I am feeling now. It's not flutters. Like I said, it's gentle stretching, or maybe like a big round ball rotating against a wall or something very softly.....
But not flutters.
some people get a huge uterus with too much fluid. it's called polyhydramnios, and it's no good. you don't have that though. i don't know if it decreases their ability to feel their collective babypantses. I'll ask tomorrow. they do get really awful back pain and shortness of breath. one of my favorite ladies that had that condition stopped in today with her baby- she let me hold him and everything! He's the one that had the GIANT tumor on his face- you don't have that either. plus, they can help things like that sometimes. that lady had amniotic fluid drained off twice a week.
community college guy means it. and probably compared to a lot of people that have come through, you did work hard. if you didn't do well in some part, or didn't understand something, you would have studied. it's the cross you bear being a smaht kid- sometimes you get a lot of credit for stuff that's hard for other people.
And i agree- sex and the city sucks. sarah whoever she is isn't cute, or stylish. she has a silly nose, and always looks like she's playing dress up. which will be fun to play with babypants.
I think you are right, I probably don't have any of those crazy problems. But I loved how you mentioned it, explained it, and then stated that I don't have that. Ha! Thanks Melissa:) I appreciated that:)
It's funny how being the smaht kid, or one of them, is inherently dependent on a comparison of the kids around you. At the community college, and when I was in high school, I was a smaht kid. In the U of M chemistry program--I, at best, felt like an average kid.
Now my friend Andy, HE was a smaht kid in the chem department.
Incidentally, I felt like a real jerk when talking to some of the girls around me about the final...saying how of yeah, all I need is a 90 and I'll have an A, etc. etc. Especially since they all knew I wasn't in class that much, and I think I had talked about how I was lazy about studying and preoccupioed with my pregnancy--and then to find out after the exam, that they were all taking it hoping for things like passing the class and the such. I just assumed we were all in the same boat. Oops. So I felt bad.
Sex and the city--I thought it was supposed to be funny. But it's not funny. I don't understand. There's just these 4 women who are good friends, and continuously have their hearts broken--by men, by marriages that don't work out, by not being able to have babies. Most of the time they are covered in jealousy at someone else who's getting married, or having a baby, but they play it off as I'm not jealous, I'm just too cool for that, I don't want that anyhow. Which I guess in real life would be a relatively effective defense mechanism, but, it's kinda sad and depressing to watch. My favorite character I think is Charlotte. She at least seems honest about what she wants, and she tries really hard to get it. It just breaks my heart that she keeps getting let down. She wanted to meet 'the one' and get married and have the house with the baby and whatever....but then she gets married, and it doesn't work out. And she can't get pregnant. And he leaves her because she becomes so obsessed with having a child with him, and he changes his mind and doesn't want to. And she meets someone else, she becomes jewish to be with him, he leaves her. They get back together, they get married, and she's back to not being able to get pregnant. Finally at the end, they get a letter from china that they can adopt a baby. Finally it worked out for poor Charlotte.
Anyhow, enough sex and the city monologue....Kevin turns 30 today!
You should play Babypants "Danny's Song" - that Kenny Loggins song we listened to in our dorm room!
i love danny's song. good idea. "Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind..."
yeah- i see all the crazy crap that definitely no one gets. you'll see next week- healthy, kicking, swimming babypants.
as for sex and the city- i think it presents women the way people fear most women are- jealous, scheming, different on the surface than underneath, where their ulterior motives brew, competative with each other...
women can be that way. i know women who are. i've even felt that way myself occasionally. but overall, women are cooperative, helpful, supportive and nurturing- to each other as well as to everyone around them, including relatively helpless guys who often don't appreciate women's efforts. i've found that it's absolutely vital to have a good circle of legit women friends. and that not that many books, movies, tv shows etc talk about that part.
I totally forgot about that Kenny Loggins song! I should totally play that for Babypants!
What a great idea. Babypants would probably totally like that.
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