Been really busy this week! Undertaking a new big nursery project, so y'all will be hearing about that one soon enough once I've made some visible progress. Right now it's in the trial-and-error phase, so just figuring everything out.
Other big news, we went to the OB a few days ago, and we found out:
As you can see, it's a BOY! I knew it! I had been telling everyone since week 7 that I had a dream that I gave birth to a baby boy and it came out with a huge smile and looked just like HY's dad lol. The funny thing is, even in the 3D ultrasound, we could see the baby had a huge smile on his face. Maybe my dreams are just very very accurate lol. Must be a happy baby! He's huge (at 17w he was measuring 6in and 6.6oz) a little bigger than we see average sizes are, which is good since up until week 14 he was measuring a little below average size. That must explain why all of a sudden in the past week, I really really popped out. You can't tell too much from this pic, but after I drink some milk or eat a little, the belly pops out even more haha.
Ok, on to less happy news. I've been feeling pretty down lately. The last 4 days I have cried every day, and it's mostly because of my changing body. I see myself getting fuller in the tummy, and I get comments about how I've gotten "meatier". I know pregnancy is definitely not the best time to be obsessed about your looks, but after spending the last decade plus dieting down to my pre-pregnancy size, it's hard to see yourself changing. It's especially hard to endure all the comments. I don't think people realize how cruel it can be to make fat comments to pregnant women. First of all, every woman gains at different rates and carries the weight differently. It's not like it is when you're not pregnant. Basically you have very little control as to where you gain and how much. I've been watching what I eat and making sure I eat nutritious and healthy yet not high calorie, but I've still been gaining at a steady rate. To put that kind of pressure with those snide "meaty" comments or constant warnings about "not eating too much and getting all fat" on a self-conscious vulnerable pregnant woman is really not cool. It's like when your pregnant all social boundaries go out the window and your body is viewed as public property. Everyone's poking around your body, comments that usually wouldn't be ok are suddenly "normal", and everyone feels like it's normal to put their hands all over a stranger's belly. It's gotten to the point where there are a lot of times I can't look in the mirror, and when I do, I cry. Crying doesn't do well for my face either, making it all puffy and splotchy. Have not been feeling very pretty. HY tries to always make me feel beautiful, but it isn't that easy. I know the changes taking place in my body and appearance, and it's tough to accept. I was really happy though, to find out the baby grew so much since our last appointment at 14 weeks. It would've been terrible to have the belly pop so much and gain weight to find out the baby stayed the same size haha. I was happy to see a really big active baby boy in there. I've even started feeling him kicking and poking me at night, so I know he's a strong baby.
Ok going to go work on painting the nursery again!
Other big news, we went to the OB a few days ago, and we found out:
As you can see, it's a BOY! I knew it! I had been telling everyone since week 7 that I had a dream that I gave birth to a baby boy and it came out with a huge smile and looked just like HY's dad lol. The funny thing is, even in the 3D ultrasound, we could see the baby had a huge smile on his face. Maybe my dreams are just very very accurate lol. Must be a happy baby! He's huge (at 17w he was measuring 6in and 6.6oz) a little bigger than we see average sizes are, which is good since up until week 14 he was measuring a little below average size. That must explain why all of a sudden in the past week, I really really popped out. You can't tell too much from this pic, but after I drink some milk or eat a little, the belly pops out even more haha.
Ok, on to less happy news. I've been feeling pretty down lately. The last 4 days I have cried every day, and it's mostly because of my changing body. I see myself getting fuller in the tummy, and I get comments about how I've gotten "meatier". I know pregnancy is definitely not the best time to be obsessed about your looks, but after spending the last decade plus dieting down to my pre-pregnancy size, it's hard to see yourself changing. It's especially hard to endure all the comments. I don't think people realize how cruel it can be to make fat comments to pregnant women. First of all, every woman gains at different rates and carries the weight differently. It's not like it is when you're not pregnant. Basically you have very little control as to where you gain and how much. I've been watching what I eat and making sure I eat nutritious and healthy yet not high calorie, but I've still been gaining at a steady rate. To put that kind of pressure with those snide "meaty" comments or constant warnings about "not eating too much and getting all fat" on a self-conscious vulnerable pregnant woman is really not cool. It's like when your pregnant all social boundaries go out the window and your body is viewed as public property. Everyone's poking around your body, comments that usually wouldn't be ok are suddenly "normal", and everyone feels like it's normal to put their hands all over a stranger's belly. It's gotten to the point where there are a lot of times I can't look in the mirror, and when I do, I cry. Crying doesn't do well for my face either, making it all puffy and splotchy. Have not been feeling very pretty. HY tries to always make me feel beautiful, but it isn't that easy. I know the changes taking place in my body and appearance, and it's tough to accept. I was really happy though, to find out the baby grew so much since our last appointment at 14 weeks. It would've been terrible to have the belly pop so much and gain weight to find out the baby stayed the same size haha. I was happy to see a really big active baby boy in there. I've even started feeling him kicking and poking me at night, so I know he's a strong baby.
Ok going to go work on painting the nursery again!
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