Week 14

This is officially the start of the Second Trimester. 

I feel like that song from "The Wizard of Oz" should be playing when Dorothy and Co. stumble out of the snowy poppies and get their first glimpse of the Emerald City.  Even Toto's like "heck yeah, we made it!" trotting merrily alongside the quartet.  I looked it up and the song is called "Optimistic Voices" so you can have a listen.  

Everything feels so much better and brighter now that the dizziness and fatigue and headaches have gone away.  I suspect getting the green light to take my Zyrtec has a lot to do with feeling peppier amongst the pollen.  I'm back to yoga three days a week and that has helped me achieve, if not inner zen, increased flexibility and a ten minute "mat nap" during Savasana.  I look forward to my time with the impressively bendy seniors in my classes and the other mother-to-be who is 7 months pregnant and still going strong.  

Our 13 week scan went well.  No risk factors from screening tests and the baby's heart rate is textbook.  We've taken to calling her/him "PB" for Peanut Buster (a frequent, bizarre craving as it's been approximately 10 years since I've had said parfait and we do not live within 15 miles of a Dairy Queen) or Pumpkin Baby (take your pick) and have decided we're not going to share the gender if/when we find out for sure.  There's so little suspense in this world as it is that we're neutral orange all the way!  

Got to see PB riding the wave, flailing his or her arms around and turning somersaults.  Here's the most recent ultrasound photo:

PB kept turning bum side up so that it was difficult to get a good look at the nuchal fold but eventually the tech poked around enough that PB became irritated and flipped back over.  It was pretty hilarious.  Watching PB was like watching those Thai shadow puppets moving in graceful slow motion on a screen.  I still can't believe there's a baby the size of a lemon in there! 

This week, I'm playing Bowie, Motown and Mozart to see where this kid's musical tastes lean in utero.  I plan on exposing PB to as much of the "good stuff" as I can, in between chowing down on everything bagels with plain cream cheese.  I don't even like bagels or cream cheese but PB certainly does!  Oscar has quickly discovered that the cheese in the tub is still, in fact, cheese, so breakfast is now his favorite time to hover around the table.