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Home stretch, here we are! This will be the first time my third trimester is entirely in the summer, so I was glad for that stretch of cold, rainy May.
I was supposed to have my appointment last week, but that was the morning I woke up sick. So it was rescheduled for yesterday. I measured big, but I knew I would and she wasn't concerned when I told her I always measure big. My blood pressure was exactly the same as last time. We all (except Noah) got a turn with the fetoscope and got to hear the baby's heartbeat.
Tuesday, we all went to the Midwife Center for our first appointment. Nancy is the midwife with whom I had my last appointment during Isaac's pregnancy. She said she was surprised to see us, but happy that we did choose the Center. We had a good conversation about the various issues - what I mean is, she is happy to provide us care, and we are happy to receive care from the midwives at the Center. One thing to pray about is that she does have to check with her doctor and the district attorney just to double check that there is no conflict of interest for her to provide care for us. This is a slight concern because she will be called to testify in Judy's trial since she was the last one to examine me before I switched to Judy's care.
My friend Bonnie has this neat baby ticker on her blog, so I thought I'd look up mine. Since I'm still getting used to the baby being as old as he is, it was surprising to me to see how big he looks. I couldn't get the application to imbed in the post, so it's on our sidebar at the bottom under "miscellaneous."
Last week I felt the baby moving. This is always a fun thing for a mom, to feel that physical connection to the baby.
Last week (actually within the span of three days) four people asked me if I am pregnant. Really, you ask? Yes, really, they did. One of them was Jonathan, whom you have read has been praying fervently for a little sister, and has not yet learned that you don't ask women that (unless, as Dave Barry says, you can actually see the baby coming out.) My answer was "not that I know of."
I had bought a box with two tests at Christmas time to see if there was any Christmas present announcement to be made to the family (it was negative then.) The second one was sitting there in the bathroom and Monday morning, I thought, well, I'll just take it so that I can tell people for sure that I'm not. However, when I looked at the little window after two minutes, what should I see but a positive result! I could hardly believe it.
So Noah and I rushed back upstairs to bring the news to Daddy and Jonathan, who of course were very excited.
Expected arrival is sometime in October. This could potentially be a nice birthday present for Mommy, or even a very special 90th birthday present for Great Grandpa Daley. Jonathan will be nearly five and Noah will be a couple of months shy of two and a half.
I really was not expecting this (cycles had not yet returned due to nursing) but it does explain some things over the last few weeks. Noticeable drop in milk supply, slight aversion to pancakes, not feeling perfectly up to par (though I thought I just had what's going around), Jon beating me at Scrabble...
We are all thrilled (well, Noah's rather clueless at the moment) and looking forward to meeting this new little one, boy or girl!
